When I first recognized that I was trans, but before I fully owned up to it, the word that triggered my realization was "transgender." I was able to recognize myself as "transgender" when I heard a professor give a talk at a conference about LGBT people. When he gave the definition of "transgender" I said inside myself, "So this feeling of mine has a name!" But somehow I managed to keep denying that I was trans for a year and a half after that. Eventually it became much too obvious to deny: it kept alerting my subconscious in all kinds of ways, until I finally owned up to being "transgender."
The human mind's capacity for denial is truly phenomenal. I had spent my whole life telling myself: "Yeah, I want really bad to be a woman--but I'm not one of those transsexuals." I guess that shows the depth of the fear I felt if I would ever open up that door--I must have sensed that once embarked on the journey I would never come back.
To learn that the definition of transgender was one's inner sense of gender identity being other from what I was assigned made it so much easier for me to admit that's what I was. But the day I finally acknowledged to myself, "Yes, I am transgendered," that left me with no idea what to do about it. All I had was the bare realization that my inner self is a woman. Transition still did not seem like a possibility. I was in the public library at the time, and borrowed the book Crossing: A Memoir by Deirdre McCloskey, because it was the only trans book they had. My first sight of her on the cover--wearing a dress--made me scared all over again. Is that going to happen to me? I'm not one of those transsexuals, am I?
But I immediately read right through the book, and learned about transition. At first I still could not conceive of myself actually doing that. I remember spending the first few months telling my therapist I can only see a little ways ahead of me on this journey, I don't know where I'm actually going with it. Transition seemed like too much to take on and my family would never tolerate it. Which left me with the dilemma--I know I'm a woman, but what to do about it? It seemed to call for doing something, but what?
At this time, when I read the definition of "transgenderist"--someone who identifies with the other gender and lives as that gender but without transition-- I thought that must be me. I wasn't even sure at first if I should go on HRT (though all along I knew I wanted it)--and SRS was too daunting to contemplate. So I maintained an agnostic attitude about whether I was "pre-op" or "no-op."
But after about a year exploring ->-bleeped-<-, I was desperate to begin hormones and knew I wanted to transition. I knew I wanted SRS and the whole deal, to fully live as a woman in every possible respect. For over a year now, I've stopped using the word "transgender" for myself and now understand that I really am one of those transsexuals, and I'm nearly at the point of transitioning now. It was just so hard to accept at first. I needed time to get used to the idea.
Now, I'm skeptical about the concept of "transgender" at all--the term is so vague, it doesn't really mean anything. So I think transsexuals should be clear that we're transsexual and forgo the word "transgender." Especially after learning that the word was coined by crossdresser Virginia Prince to describe other crossdressers and specifically to exclude transsexuals, because Prince was a phobe who hated transsexuals. So no more "transgender" for me--I think the word should probably be retired, since it doesn't serve much of a useful purpose, it's more confusing or obfuscating than anything. Maybe it could still apply to "transgenderists" who identify as the other gender but don't transition. But then what are crossdressers still doing using it? I don't think GID people should be lumped into the same category as crossdressers or drag queens because we are fundamentally very different.
On second thought, maybe the word "transgender" was very useful for me after all, because it allowed me to finally open that door and go through it, to where I'm now about to transition. It had temporary relevance for me, though I needed to move on from it. Maybe it will help other newbies to begin to understand who they are. But now I really don't want it any more. Your thoughts?