Hi my lovelies!
So today I'm not feeling particularly good and I suspect the specific situation I'm encountering is probably fairly common, but it would be nice to get confirmation.
So I've been "exploring" my gender since the start of the year, and I've been careful to limit myself to long term thinking and trying to take my time and do things the right way and not pigeon-holing myself in an attempt to give myself complete freedom to go one way or the other...and despite all that, I now find myself squarely on one side of the fence and feeling kind of impatient and unsatisfied.
The problem is that when I was unsure, it wasn't a problem that I currently look like a boy. It could have gone either way, so it was totally comfortable actually...but my mind has been churning away on hypotheticals to try and work out how I feel about things, and one that I found quite enlightening was:
- If I had been raised as a girl, do I think I would be on this forum right now trying to work out whether I was really a boy?
For me, the answer is a resounding "no!". I simply have way more "girlie" interests than boy interests and I think that the only reason I never questioned my gender earlier was because it (my femininity) was so well integrated in to my boy persona and no one really pointed out quite how feminine I was until I got way older (my thirties until now really...I'm 38).
Of course, the really strange thing is that I've always been completely obsessed with girls right from my first day at school...it's only now with some reflection that I realise that being obsessed with girls when you're four probably isn't normal and definitely isn't what you think it is at that time (I just thought I fancied girls at a time when no other boys were even thinking about girls).
Anyway, so this is a problem, because now everything is pointing more and more to one inescapable truth:
I was always supposed to be a girl and this was inevitable (reading this back it seems like such a bold statement, but there's no other way I can put it).
And now I feel bad. Not because I'm uncomfortable with that truth, but because now when I look in the mirror all I see is the massive distance I'm going to have to travel to find the real me and I feel anxious and impatient because once you realise, it really can't come soon enough.
The bizarre thing is that for all my intention to stay measured and calm, I now kind of feel like I'm riding a rollercoaster because I've gone from feeling ok not knowing, to feeling frustrated now that I do know.
I think this is probably a common thing, but that doesn't make it any easier. It doesn't help that I have a wardrobe full of great clothes, the sun is shining and I'm stuck inside because I don't want to go out being anything less than the genuine me. I've got wigs and I can cover my beard up well enough, but I don't want to fake it. I just want my hair to grow, my beard to be gone, my skin to be supple, and my life to be moving forward.
I think the real kicker is that the boy didn't want to be part of the world and shut himself away.
The girl can't wait to get out and live her life.
I think I'm going to have to hide from my mirrors for a while until I'm feeling better...
Orielle
x
P.S. I think I've given myself emotional whiplash!