Hi, everyone! I'm new here and I'd like to introduce myself. I'm Liz, a 36-year-old pre-everything TG woman from New England. I'm married to a lovely, amazing, dynamic lady and have two wonderful sons ages 3 and 1. This is my first time ever posting anything even semi-publicly about my real self, so I hope you'll forgive me if I come off as stiff or distant at first. I'm not, really. I'm just a bit scared.
I've known I was a girl from a very early age, but my relationship with my parents made me think that they wouldn't be too thrilled about the idea of losing a son but gaining a daughter. I kept that side of myself as secret as I could, and before I went to sleep at night I'd pray that I would wake up as a girl, or that I could at least be one in my dreams. I wasn't a very happy kid once I hit puberty, and looking back I think it had a lot more to do with my dysphoria than I realized at the time.
Once I was out on my own and the feelings hadn't gone away, I went to see a counselor who specialized in TG issues. It didn't go well. Two or three sessions in, she started insisting that I begin coming out to my friends. When I told her I didn't know whether I was ready for that yet and felt like I needed to work out what I wanted for myself first, she told me she couldn't help me unless I started showing some courage. I didn't go back.
I still struggle with self-confidence today, but back then I was much, much worse. My first experience with someone associated with the TG community had been a disaster, and in my mind it meant I wasn't welcome unless I was willing to let a stranger bully me into making life decisions I wasn't comfortable with. Silly, of course, and I wish now that I hadn't let it set me back as much as it did. But at the time I felt like I had to give up the idea of doing anything about my dysphoria and resign myself to living as a man as well as I could.
Ten years passed. I fell in love, got married, and became part of a wonderful new family that supports and sustains me in a way my parents never did. I still knew I had been born into the wrong body, but for a while it seemed like I might not have to do anything about that.
Now I'm not so sure. On one hand, I hate the idea of depriving my children of a father, or my wife of her husband. I feel selfish and horrible for even considering something that would at the very least be stressful and disruptive for the family I love. Part of me wants to kick myself for not transitioning ten years ago when I was single and didn't have anyone relying on me, but I just can't imagine living in a world where I never met my wife or my sons had never been born. I love them all too much to wish I'd taken another path.
But I don't know if I can spend the next thirty or forty years pretending to be a man, either. It's never been easy, and over the last year or so it's become nearly impossible. I spend every day wishing I could be set free to live as the woman I've always been inside. I hate looking at myself in the mirror. I hate the sound of my own voice and the clothes I have to wear.
I haven't told anyone any of this. When I met and married my wife I was still believing that I could still be content as a woman in a man's body, as long as I had a family who loved me and a reason to get up in the morning. I'm kind of ashamed to realize that I was probably wrong. If I decide to take the plunge and transition my wife will need to know first, and I think (I hope, I pray) that she'll understand and support me. But there are a few things I feel like I need to work out for myself before I do that -- more on that in another post; this one's long enough already.
I'm sorry. I'm not usually this long-winded or this depressing. But I've kept this inside me all my life and I guess I have more to say about it than I thought. If you made it this far, thanks for reading. I'm so glad to have found a supportive community where I can be myself and hopefully figure out where I go from here. Looking forward to getting to know you all and to supporting everyone as best I can.
Best wishes and hugs,
Liz