(This is a very long and complex post, so please bear with me. The tl;dr version is that my confidence has taken a hit, and I'm considering stopping my path toward transitioning for my family and a friend.)
Today has been an extremely eventful day for me. One in which my life has been turned sideways, flipped upside down, spun inside-out, then wrung out and left to dry for good measure. (Talk about dramatic!) But the point is... I'm really beginning to question myself, and I don't know what to do.
The past couple of days, I've been dressing as a girl where I'm staying for the past couple of days, and two of the people I'm staying with haven't seemed to mind at all. I enjoyed doing so thoroughly, and felt oh so right behaving that way. I went the whole nine yards... proper hair removal, nice yet understated makeup, and a really pretty outfit. It just felt good. My hair wasn't very good (the hairline isn't right and the length is short), but I've put a lot of work into the style, trying to minimize this. I also feel like I've got a wonderful figure for the outfits I wear, and have been planning on getting a wig in the next week or so. I wear heels flawlessly, and have almost no awkwardness in any of my movements. I say this by way of being realistic about my flaws and good points, and to give you all a clearer picture of what's going on. I also think my feminine voice was coming along very nicely. I've had a good deal of experience in radio, so I feel like I have a very nice, yet understated female voice. (Oh, and on another note entirely... it seemed like as I kept using that voice for a long period of time, it actually settled for awhile, and it took a moment to go back into my regular tones, which were only a little lower... is that unusual?)
Okay, back to the story. So, I actually got up the nerve to go out into public my first time! I was so very, very confident in myself, too. I spent an exorbitantly long time on my clothes, my makeup, and my hair, getting them all just the way I like them. I was able to talk with people, ask questions, and didn't feel like anyone was really staring at me or even noticing my presence. As someone that doesn't consider herself very feminine (or even androgynous) in appearance, this felt like the most wonderful experience ever.
Well, that confidence took its first really huge hit on my way back home. I passed by someone while I was crossing the street. I was headed one way, he was headed the other. He said something to me, which I know he meant as a compliment, but it was still absolutely impossible to misinterpret: "You look really great in that outfit. Congratulations." It would have been one thing if he had been sarcastic as he said that, but that congratulations was sincere; and again, didn't leave much room for misinterpretation. As if that weren't enough, a woman came up to me and commented that she loved my boots. (And I do, too! They uncomfortable as heck for long walks, but I'm crazy about them just the same.) I thanked her and she added something or other about not letting the world tell me who I should be. Good god, it would have been better had she just flat out said I looked like a guy. I wasn't trying to make a political statement, I was trying to read the bus schedule, for crying out loud. I know I must have been hypersensitive already, what with this being my first real time out as a girl by myself... and even MORE so by the previous person's comment, but that really, REALLY hit me hard. I was still able to walk home with my head held up high (and very tired feet), but I'd be a liar if I didn't say that I thought long and extremely hard about those two comments.
But that wasn't enough for today. Not by a long shot. Well, my mother and father know about my ->-bleeped-<-. I wrote them both an e-mail explaining it all, and they've both read them today. While I think my Dad is actually somewhat understanding and basically gave me his blessing to live life as I wish (I'm 25 right now, for those of you keeping score), I don't think my mother was nearly as understanding. I asked what she thought via text message, and her response was "What do you want me to say? That it's alright?" We haven't really spoken at length about it (though we made plans to over the weekend), but again, the subtext is pretty difficult to miss. She's not happy about the idea.
My older brother, who currently lives the closest to me out of my family, has also been talking to me at length about this. He's really against the idea, though he tries to be as understanding as he can (let's just say that empathy isn't a strong suit of his). So much so that he actually wants me to wait 6 months to a year to even begin HRT. Now, I support the required period of psychological and medical analysis as much as the next person, but that's a little much. He also made it pretty clear that he wasn't about to alter any of his pronouns any time soon (no, I didn't ask or insist... he volunteered this info). He wants to visit me, and I know that it's Adam he wants to see, not the other part of me.
But that's not all! I've also discovered today, in no uncertain terms, that my friend - the reason I came out to Virginia in the first place - is also uncomfortable with seeing me dressed like a girl. To his credit, he's been the one taking me to the clinic at which I'm getting evaluated, but he's made it fairly clear that he was silently shaking his head at the people there, too.
Currently, I'm staying with him and his roommates (whom I now consider good friends) for a month or so. This hasn't been a problem at all, since the room had already been paid for by someone that had moved out (it's a college town). I've been wanting to find a job and move in for a long-term basis, but I've been unable to do so due to the hiring freeze. This is a major problem only because I have no intention of wearing out my welcome, but also have no idea where to go when it's time to leave. The amusing thing is that his two roommates (being very easygoing and friendly people) are actually a lot less testy around me than he is. Though much of this I can attribute to his stress from school. For the record, he's the only one of my firends that has said anything against this to me.
I wrote my family telling them that I was reconsidering transitioning because of their objections tonight. I know I have to live life for myself, but the simple fact of the matter is that I care too much for the people around me to do something I know will make them uncomfortable. I want to be a girl like you wouldn't believe. But at the same time, I don't know if it's the right thing to do anymore, and I'm just vain enough to not want to live with the guy-in-a-dress syndrome.
So, finally, what do you all think? Is it a better choice to respect the feelings of my friend and my family, or should I only consider myself in this decision? I know the final choice will be mine and mine alone, but what would you do (or have you done, as the case may be) in my situation? Thank you so much for reading this winded rant, and I eagerly look forward to your replies.