Before I go on, I should mention that in the time I started coming out to friends and family, I've had the good fortune of experiencing nothing but support and acceptance. The worst I've had to deal with, is insensitive questions or comments stemming from ignorance or the inability to empathise with what I've had to deal with growing up transgender.
That said, I've begun to realize how insidious the transgender experience has been for me.
I think most cisgender people have this idea that being transgender is just wanting to take on the outward appearance of the opposite gender, or at least disregard gender norms in one's outward presentation. The slightly more empathetic realize it's also about having to supress one's own natural behaviours and inclinations, and therefore having to put up an act 24/7 to fit into society's expectations of who we should be, based on what our assigned gender was at birth.
I was elated initially, at being accepted for who I was when I came out, and it was an adventure being able to dress more androgynously, even crossdressing in public stealthily by wearing women's jeans, tops, etc.
However, I guess I desired more than that. I wanted to be understood, to have the people close to me genuinely interested in this side of me that I've always had to hide, and to want to know what it was like being me and how cisnormativity made me feel.
I know having to hide and police myself 24/7 since childhood, has made me socially anxious, paranoid, over-analytical, and that it's stymied my own personal development. Instead of becoming who I am and working towards what I want and who I want to be, I've spent a lifetime catering to the needs and wants of others, so I wouldn't be hated and despised.
Being transgender has made me a doormat.
A nice doormat, no doubt. I've always been the nice guy, the good friend who instinctively knows what my close friends are thinking or feeling, and I've always gone out of my way to help the people around me whom I felt would accept me if only they knew everything about me.
I'm at the age where everyone is busy pursuing their hopes and dreams, career-wise or romantically, and I don't fit into that path that most people work. As a gender-nonconforming individual, I am a professional and social liability. As a romantic partner, I am unwanted, and undesirable. As a friend, I'm fun to hang out with so long as I don't talk about the side of myself that no one can really understand.
It sucks, but I don't blame them. It wasn't until recently, that I stopped resenting my mother for her shortcomings, and began to appreciate how her life experiences has made her who she is today, and that her bad comes with her good.
I think I've begun to grasp at the very basic tenets of what unconditional love really means, and I've foolishly expected that others would However, I've realized that by expecting this of others, that I myself lack empathy because growing up cisnormative and/or heterosexual is different.
Perhaps the only positive aspect of growing up transgender I've come to appreciate, is that it's given me the ability to empathize more deeply with people than most others are able to. It's partly innate, but also largely (as most of you would know) due to being marginalized and disenfranchised all my life.
I've always joked with friends that I feel like an old person inside, and I do truly feel that way.
I feel tired, jaded, exhausted.
Above all, I feel so alone.
I remember watching Baz Luhrmann's reimagination of Romeo & Juliet starring Clare Danes and Leonardo DiCaprio, and the idea of star-crossed lovers seemed so enticing and alien all at once.
I remember thinking I would only ever find love at first sight, if I met someone just as damaged as I was.
I realize everyone deals with the same issue, but being transgender just makes it so much less likely that I'll ever find someone who understands, and wants me.
Sigh. Thoughts?