I have been building up to coming out to one of my parents for quite some time (I'm paranoid, so I post about this mostly in the private forums). During all of this, a lot of people have told me how I'll feel after I accomplish the dirty deed. I can't remember exactly who said what in particular, but I've heard from a couple of colleagues, some people at PFLAG meetings, some of my gay friends (who don't know I'm trans--they think I'm coming out just as gay), and a few people here. Many folks have told me that I will feel such a sense of relief. A great weight will be lifted from my shoulders. I'll feel free.
At first I thought it just hadn't hit me yet, but sufficient time has passed, and the relief and wonderfulness haven't really happened. Sure, I'm relieved to have gotten it over with, but I don't really feel any different. I responded to this difficult task exactly as I have responded to other difficult tasks that scared me--"Look, I did it!" But this experience had about as much emotional effect on me as I experienced from buying my own computer stuff (a very spooky proposition for the technically-challenged me) or buying my latest car (first time I've done it with no significant other support) or applying for one of the jobs I have now.
Coming out to even one of my parents was huge, but it has left almost no impression on me. I guess since I don't really have much (or any?) connection with my parents, there wasn't enough at stake for me to feel more relief or triumph. I wanted this to be a life-changing event, but it was such an anticlimax. I know it sounds stupid, but I'm very disappointed. And now I'm self-judging. I feel like an uncaring, insensitive jerk. Only a truly monstrous person would be so untouched by coming out to a parent.
Things are all crazy and mixed up right now, and I don't know what to think.