This all helps so much - thank you, everyone. Beth, i don't know if you still have that fact sheet, or if you or anyone knows of a good article - my wife is refusing to read or find out anything about this, feels it's pointless. i've been urging her but haven't given her anything. she's known since we've gotten together, but has never wanted to REALLY know - she just wants to know whether i can be happy with her.
trick question: i can be - have been - am - happy with her, i just can't FEEL the happiness because i am in the wrong body. that makes no sense, but maybe you know what i mean? my feelings are cut off, wrapped in this thick layer of misery and self-rejection - like i am trying to pull away from myself all the time. unless i think about transition, in which case i start feeling like i'm on drugs, almost too fizzy and giddy to be there.
which is scary too. i'm better at misery and numbness - i'm used to it, i can function, i can be there for other people - i really want to be there for other people and this need to focus on me, me, me makes me sick. but sometimes people do get sick - not feeling i had a body has made me pretty indifferent to most discomfort and pain, so the need to deal with this is very disorienting and i don't know how to factor it into relationships. i'm in the process of messing up my friendship with that wonderful woman Annie i've mentioned, because every indication that she is either accepting or pulling away from accepting me as female makes me start crying etc.
i guess i'm so vulnerable right now that talking - taking responsibility for the necessary, slow, compassionate, empathetic communication necessary to give my wife and my marriage a chance - is hard and scary for me. i've been trying to be kind by NOT talking - trying to show her that my condition is NOT our whole relationship, that other things count too.
this is a form of cowardice i have embraced my whole life.
if she really understands how it is for me, i'm afraid she may kill herself from despair - she has sometimes threatened to do that. my obligations here to her, to the children, to the relationship, to my unfortunately present self, feel conflicting to me. i'm her closest friend; she needs me to help her through this - to cushion it if possible - and i need her to survive it, to live, and the children need us both.
and if the truth be told i probably need to start transitioning as soon as feasible, though i never have told this truth to anyone so i'm not sure it's a truth.
i can't believe i'm dumping all this on you - taking advantage of your compassionate attention, your generosity, your strength. it will probably seem funny to you that this puddle of dysfunction and angst has always had a reputation for being the calm, together one others can talk to.
what has happened to that self, now that my family and friends need it?