I wanted to start a thread to combat all the negativity existing online when partners and families look up info about how to cope when finding out their loved one is transgender. Finding out your loved one is the opposite sex is terrifying. We need a place where we can read positive stories!
So, I want to share my story -- and a little bit of advice. I know my situation is unique to me, but hopefully others will find positivity in it.Here goes:
I met an amazing man several years ago and we've been inseparable ever since. He was my soulmate in every way. He hated his appearance, hated certain male roles he was expected to play, hated his name, hated the term "boyfriend" without knowing why, and he thought he was broken inside and could never love himself. It saddened me that even with my love and support, he couldn't feel better. But we loved each other, which seemed enough.
To cut a long story short, thanks to lots of things, he realised he's been MtF transgender his whole life -- and now it's out, he suffers INCREDIBLY strong gender dysphoria. The news was such a shock for both of us. I cried more tears than should be humanly possible, I couldn't cope with life, I felt cut off and had to keep it all a secret with no support... I mean, I am straight and didn't sign up as a lesbian! For goodness sake, MY MAN HAS MALE BITS AND I NEED THEM!!! I also doubted myself and my womanhood, and started to feel "Why me?" because, as my sister so succinctly put it when I came out to my family the other day, "You've not had a great life. Can you cope with this as well?". Meanwhile, my partner was having panic attacks regularly and telling me he wouldn't do anything about his situation because I was everything to him and he wouldn't risk losing his soulmate.
I felt guilty for being relieved at that, and yet his words ate at me. I read online about how it was just about inevitable that trans people will transition... or sink into major depression and suicidal thoughts (my partner has been there and done that, and I wouldn't want him back there).
I tried to get my head around what HE was telling me -- that he was a girl inside -- but I couldn't. I saw my man, as ever. I see this a lot in posts by partners of TGs; they write "he" when their partner is MtF. They see sex, not gender. I read loads of support forums, but they were full of resentful, vitriolic, angry spouses telling me that I needed to grieve the loss of my partner.
So I started to grieve him.
Then I shook myself and realised I was going down a bleak road, a road that led me into thinking I needed to escape my relationship. Reading other people's negativity does not have to affect my own story; my story could have a happy ending. It's
my own partner I needed to look at and base my decision on, not random people I've read about. I realised that actually, my partner hasn't gone anywhere. My partner is right beside me, in need of my help. I always knew something was wrong with my partner, and I knew I didn't have a manly man -- I needed to realise that this revelation was my partner finally on the path to discovering themselves and being happy inside.
I read articles and watched videos about MtF trans instead, and discovered what
they go through. Their suffering and torment appealed to my caring side, and I knew my partner, my soulmate, was hurting just as much. One video and article helped me the most, and I realised that somehow I had to accept my partner should transition. I even showed my partner the video, and it was a special moment of understanding between us:
http://uberscribbler.com/2013/03/12/my--mtf--daughter--an--ordinary--life--with--an--extraordinary--girl/People say eyes are the windows to the soul. Maybe that's true. My partner and I began talking -- really talking and opening up -- and on one such occasion, two weeks in to having discovered he is a she, I was sitting on the couch beside him and as I looked into his eyes I saw her. Truly saw her. A woman was looking back at me, not a man.
She didn't have a name -- that was anther magical moment we shared as we discovered her true name -- but she was not hidden any more. Her partner could see her. I told her that I could see her, that she would never be hidden from me again, and she nearly cried. She felt this unnamed emotion at being finally recognised. It was a beautiful moment. I accepted her, so she could finally begin to accept herself.
I cannot refer to her as "he", now. I make slip-ups, sure, but not many. When I look at her, I see a girl. These days I even say "my
beautiful girl", because she is, inside and out (though one day she'll look truly herself). I think true love is about saving each other and being there through darkness and light. It's taken me a while to get where I am mentally, but now I can honestly say that I know, deep down, I just want my partner happy. I want to save her. I just didn't know I had to save her from herself.
And, to be honest, I never did lose my partner. She's still the same loving, funny self -- she's still the same person underneath -- she's just a lot calmer and more centred (other than when her severe dysphoria hits). My partner needs me as much as she always did -- if not more. It's brought us closer. That's not to say it won't be hugely difficult at times, since dysphoria is overwhelming, but we can do it. Together.
Another unexpected thing is the positive side to all this. I can talk to her easier. She doesn't try to be controlling now. Some days she feels more inner peace than ever, now she knows what's been wrong all these years and how to fix it. She actually likes some parts of her appearance. We go clothes shopping together (it's fun, cos we kinda have to be discreet about it, which feels secretive and exciting!). I help her with makeup techniques. We spend time together and make time for each other, especially right now as she needs all the happiness she can get until she truly matches what's on the inside.
She's so grateful for my help, and I am so thrilled to have found the strength to see the real her and to realise that she's still everything I fell in love with. When you ask your "man" not to transition, you're basically asking your WOMAN to remain stuck in the wrong body, unseen and trapped. Can you imagine how frightening and depressing that is for her? Her own partner doesn't even
see her!
As she admits, when she used to say she would not transition because of me, she felt something inside her was slowly being ripped apart. Yet she never told me, because she didn't want to put that pressure on me.
Anyway, you know what? As for my earlier anxieties about needing my man's man parts... well, I'm actually now ready and waiting and wanting to explore a whole new world of toys and fun and more intimacy -- when my partner can join in one day. Sex doesn't have to stop. Sex becomes more of an understanding between the two people; a meeting of minds and goals and love. And you have so much more of a connection.
And in my final paragraph I'll leave you will the best part of all. Last week I proposed to my girlfriend, and she said yes! One day, when she's on HRT and is fully herself, we'll get married... as two beautiful women.
(Hopefully others will share their positive stories.)