Quote from: Clara Kay on March 16, 2018, 09:43:28 PM
The point is, if we wish to escape the curse of gender dysphoria, we need to understand what is necessary to accomplish it. Often the path to that end is all but impossible for various reasons. If being able to pass convincingly as a woman is necessary to alleviate GD, but for one reason or another that goal is unreachable, it can feel like a dagger thrust into the heart.
This issue has been much on my mind since I discovered I was trans. It has not been a problem for me; but the agony of so many of my sisters weighs heavily on my heart.
My point of view is based on a belief I have held all of my life. I can't prove it; but I believe it: There is no such thing as a no-win situation. Because I believe this, I cannot believe that passing is necessary for personal peace. I'm not saying it can't help; obviously, it does. Oxycontin helps, too; but it's not a solution. I must believe that the real solution lies elsewhere.
For some time, I have believed that passing is like a tourniquet, or a drug designed to alleviate symptoms rather than cure the ill. Tourniquets and drugs are good things and necessary; but they are not permanent solutions. In some cases, a drug must be taken for the rest of one's life -- like testosterone blockers and estrogen, to relieve the effects of one's body generating the wrong hormone for her brain -- but it's not a solution. The fundamental problem remains.
The felt need to pass is different from physical problems, however; it's psychological/spiritual. It dwells in the realm of hope and despair. The limits imposed by a physical problem do not exist here; here, there can always be a real, permanent solution.
Insofar as passing is felt to be necessary for the sake of others' perceptions, I think it's always a mistake to place one's happiness and peace of mind at the mercy of others. Those things ultimately come from within, and that's where they must be found. That's not a specifically trans issue; it manifests in many contexts. This is not to say that it isn't difficult; it can be incredibly difficult, painful and traumatic. But I don't think the real solution for a problem like this lies in the hands of other people.
Insofar as passing is felt to be necessary for one's own sake, I feel certain that the true solution lies somewhere in the realm of re-ordering one's perceptions. I do not mean to suggest that this process is easy, either, only that it can be done. I can't prescribe the method; the specific route necessary is undoubtedly highly individual.
I would rather not use my experience as an illustration; I have come to really dislike talking about myself. But I think it has value in this context.
For better or for worse, I never experienced GD
as GD prior to coming out to myself. Consciously, I didn't hate my gender assigned at birth; I hated myself. For whatever reason, GD bypassed focusing on my sex and went straight to my heart. The upside is that I was never suicidal; the downside is that I have only been half-alive for 60 years. However, since waking up as trans, I
have experienced GD as GD. I can still remember the first occasion; my reaction was, "How weird!" That also happened on the second occasion. But not the third. On the third occasion, I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror after taking a shower, and suddenly felt revulsion over the male-thing I saw in the mirror. It was visceral; and it scared the daylights out of me, because I knew what it was and what experiencing it again ... and again, and again, and again ... could mean.
Fortunately, that experience has not repeated; but I'm glad I had it, because it gave me an insight into what hell many trans women live with. I can't imagine living with that feeling for any length of time. It must take great courage, and a profound will to live.
For me, GD manifested as self-loathing. I hated my name, hated my reflection, all of my life. I know this was GD, because, after coming out to myself, I was looking in the mirror one day and suddenly realized that I loved what I saw. This was unprecedented, and could only be attributed to one thing: I knew I was looking at a woman.
If my understanding of this personal experience is correct, then somewhere between my experience and the experiences of my sisters who suffer because of what they see in the mirror lies the real answer to this problem. Somehow, perception is the key. I suspect the problem has a lot to do with our socialization -- that our minds have been schooled to have many visual triggers that constantly whisper, or scream, "male ... male ... male ...," and that somehow these fuses must be defused, so that they lose their volatility.
I wonder if, understanding the problem this way, it might have cognates other places in psychological experience, where pathways to a solution are already known. Phobias, for example, can be defused by measured increased exposure to the thing feared. Maybe the answer lies in that direction. But somehow, it must be possible for my sisters to have the same experience that I do now when I look in the mirror. I find that I generally look into my own eyes; they say the eyes are the windows of the soul, and maybe that's why I see a woman now. When I look at myself, and realize my body is male, it makes me laugh. What a cosmic joke. It is my fervent desire that all of my sisters who are so distressed by their own appearance can come to feel the same about themselves.
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The goal is to find mental peace and personal happiness to the greatest extent possible. There are no hard and fast rules on how to do that.
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