I am at that crossroads that all transgender people must face. To HRT or not to. I've signed the consent forms, I got my prescription, I have a gender therapist but here I sit with the pills inches away and I still don't know if it's the right choice. I'm married to a beautiful and wonderful woman who loves and accepts me for who I am, we have a three year old daughter who I often dress in front of, I'm out to everyone except my parents. This should be an easy decision but it's absolutely not.
I was on Prozac and Paxil for years as a teen to fight GD related depression (only I knew the root cause,) and I overdosed in college in an attempt to end my misery. I've spent my life binging and purging the girl in me over and over again. 3 years I went, mostly happily without putting on so much as a lipstick and yet... I'd always find the way back to my true nature eventually. But things are different now. Since coming out in April, people in my life accept me for who I am, encourage me to express my gender however I want, and have given me permission to be myself without reservation. Isn't that enough? I dress up on documentary shoots, go to parties, dinners, whatever and use the women's restroom without incident. I don't pass but, no one seems to much care. Why should I??
I have more women's clothing than men's at this point and my hair is growing out in a feminine style and this is all still permitted. But there are those pills making promises I'm not sure they can keep. Begging me to become dependent on them. I don't like messing with my body or my mind through drugs, prescription or otherwise. To commit to taking two pills twice a day for what could conceivably be the rest of my life seems like too much. Also I hate surgery. I've only ever had my wisdom teeth out and I was terrified. But if I made a commitment to being a woman on the outside I would need to shave my trachea at the very least. Yet, I can't help feeling that maybe I need to take those little miracle pills in spite of my fears.
I like parts of me as a man: My voice, especially. I can't imagine how exhausting it must be to suppress that. Will I ever be in control or as expressive? And although I shove my man parts away and hide them while dressed, I don't hate them. I could live without them, but I like what they do for my wife. I'm afraid that without them, we'd lose that intimate connection we have now. But I'm also a girl in bed and i always have been -no matter how I was dressed. So would it really change anything except the packaging?
I can save everyone so much grief if I just make do with the freedoms I've been granted which is more than a lot of transgender people get. Yet here are those little pills, whispering their pillow talk into my ear again.
I have no idea what to do. I am not used to being this outwardly distressed.