I am transgender.
How did I come to this conclusion? When I was a child, I was often a girl in my night time dreams; as a teenager, I tried on my mother's clothes; as an adult I've had almost continual feelings of wishing that I'd been born female. Crossdressing just feels 'right' - how things should have been. I've given myself makeovers on
taaz.com and not only liked what I saw but also realised that I could be the woman I've always wanted to be. I've looked at the 'before & afters' on the websites of FFS clinics and realised that I could have a successful transition. I've looked down while driving and wished I was wearing a skirt and hose. I've 'tucked' and thought how much better things looked. I've yearned to have boobs and looked enviously at photographs of breast development in transwomen. I've wanted to put on a gorgeous dress, heels & makeup and be a part of the outside world. I've also yearned to put on a simple skirt, opaque tights and flats and just blend in. I've imagined picking my kids up from school and blending in with, and being acepted by, the other mothers. I see women in the street and wish I was them. I've realised that many of my personality traits can be explained by the fact that there's something 'different' about me and it's been that way since birth (or, to be more exact, in the womb). I am inspired by the stories I read on this site and realise that I am not pursuing an impossible dream. I've already decided on a post-transition name. I'd love to experience HRT. I dread spending the rest of my life increasingly wanting to be female and am now starting to think seriously about whether tranisition is a good path to take.
Yes, I am transgender.
The problem is, I wish I wasn't!
It's one thing wishing that one was born female but it's a completely different proposition to take steps to correct that some 55 years later. The first thing to consider is whether it's really fair to inflict what is a fundamentally selfish decision on my wife (having already confessed my cross dressing to her, I know what the reaction would be to any further admissions in this area). I don't want to go into the rights and wrongs of keeping quiet about my TG thoughts for over 20 years of marriage but, fundamentally, she thought she was marrying a man and has every right to feel betrayed by recent admissions on my part. So that's the first dilemma - stay as I am with all of the frustrations that that entails or 'nuke' what's left of the marriage to pursue something that may or may not make me happy (I am enough of a realist to realise that not every transition is successful or fulfilling and it's too easy to be seduced by those that are). Yes, marriages break up for all sorts of reasons but I made promises to her when we married that I'm going to do my utmost to keep.
Then we have the kids. One is on the verge of adulthood; the other pre-teen. My gut feel is that they will love me whatever happens but, equally, I need to think of them. I know we're in the 21st century with same-sex marriage, TG rights etc. but, at the end of the day, I still want to be their father in all senses of the word. There's also the question of their friends and recent history is littered with stories of parents not letting their kids socialise with a child with a TG parent.
And, of course, we have the material things in life. Would I consider transition if it meant losing everything (home, possessions etc. in addition to family) and be forced to live on benefits? I have a nice house and all of the other trappings of a reasonably successful career and, if I'm brutally honest, despite all of the feelings I have, I could not envisage being prepared to lose everything.
And finally, there's me. I have XY chromosomes, was born and have lived as a male for 55 years, have male hobbies, am known as male by everyone (apart, of course, from my wife who is now unconvinced!) and would just as much love to have that cute girl in my arms as to be her.
So I am probably not transgender after all? Well, I don't think it's that straightforward. Certainly, my dysphoria is more to do with wanting to live the life of a woman rather than being trapped in the wrong body (to use a much over-used cliche) and I know that the majority of you reading this will be shouting 'go to see a gender therapist' at your screens and I acknowledge that this would almost certainly be the best approach to decide on how I should live the rest of my life.
I would also like to acknowledge that I'm sure that many of you have gone through similar emotions and the opinions I express above only relate to how I feel and not an opinion on what is right and wrong for others in similar situations.
But there we are, whilst I love feminity in all of its guises, I love the total feeling of calm I get from slipping into the feminine world and transition may, ultimately, be the best option for me, life would be far more straightforward if, as the title to this post says, I didn't feel this way.
Thanks for listening,
Amanda x