Grace posted something about an hour ago that finally made me break down.
I had several great women as friends for 30 years while working for the State of California. We always kept in touch as we moved up the ladder and changed jobs. And there were some wonderful women working in the groups I managed over the years who I always tried to encourage towards their dreams. And yet I wish every one of them had known why I cherished their friendships as women, and why I cared for them as unique individuals. Some of these women now know about my new life, and others don't.
But the two women I've known the longest and still care for the most don't yet know I'm transsexual. We always talked about our lives, troubles, fears, marriages, and desires. They were closer to me than any of other friends, and I feel so guilty because I've told so many while avoiding them. It hurts that I can't let them know I was hiding behind a well constructed facade, and the courage to let them learn something so deeply personal hasn't come to me yet.
I cried about it this morning. It's time for a talk with Linda and Irene.
Thank you for the post Grace. It didn't exactly relate to my problem, but it made me want to talk to two women I actually love as dear friends.