Quote from: Ketsy on September 11, 2009, 05:06:30 AM
I'm at the point where I'm about 99% sure I want to transition, but there's a few things I'm hesitant/fearful/terrified about, the main one at the moment being whether I'm basically going to be dooming myself to a life of loneliness and despair as far as loving someone else. So I'd like to get some sort of realistic look at how things might turn out based on how things have gone for others around here.
With that in mind, I'd really like to keep posts to personal experiences where possible.
How can you love someone else, when you can not love yourself? What I mean is: are you sure you can connect at a deep emotional level to someone else, to commit yourself to this person; when you are unable to be yourself?
My girlfriend is a 26 year old m2f and transitioned from the age of 22 onwards. Before her transition, she was unable to connect to anyone on a deeper emotional level beyond anything that resembled a vague acquaintance. She was unable to maintain a friendship, let alone a relationship; because she couldn't be the real her - if she connected to these people at that time, it would have been as someone she was not. There were people who expressed a romantic interest in her before she transitioned, but she couldn't possibly take them up on it: their attraction was based on the facade she (had to) put up, not on the person she was.
She coped with this fairly well, because being alone does not necessarily imply loneliness. It was only immediately prior to her transition that she felt very lonely and depressed, because she couldn't imagine living the rest of her life as something, someone she was not.
I am a straight male, and I met her in February of this year. She is a lesbian... The first time we talked, we were both struck by lightning. The third time we talked, she told me about her transition, and about her being a lesbian.
From the perspective of a straight male who had never experienced anything like this, I can tell you it came as a huge shock. It came totally unexpected. I had sent her a card for Valentine's day, and she told me I was the first one to do this - she'd never gotten this before. I was very surprised, and I asked her that I had difficulties believing a beautiful girl like her hadn't ever received a Valentine's Day Card. She then told me 'I didn't always look like this' and proceeded to tell me about her transition.
I was blown away. I did not know what to do, what to say. It took me a full two seconds to realise that this didn't change anything whatsoever... It didn't change what she meant to me. I knew there and then, that she was the woman of my dreams. What matters is the wonderful person she is, the wonderful person you are too. I told her: 'this doesn't change anything for me, it doesn't change what wonderful person you are.' And I meant it. I gave her a kiss on the cheek as I left a couple hours later. She told me later that this simple gesture left her dumbfounded, almost crying (out of happiness)...
It all comes down to this:
it doesn't matter what you are born to be, but what you have within yourself to become. People should appreciate you for who you are, and if they can't, well then to hell with them! They are not worth knowing.
We were drawn together, yet couldn't be together - she wasn't attracted to males in the slightest. She still isn't. This frustrated the both of us, since we were a perfect match for each other in every other way. Yet we are together now, despite all odds. She still isn't attracted to me physically, but she is in love with my personality. To her, it doesn't matter _what_ I am, but _who_ I am.
I can not even begin to imagine my life without her, before I knew her. I thought I was alive back then. I was not. Not really. The colours have become so much more vibrant since she has come into my life. She is my everything, my whole world, sun-and-moon-and-stars. She is the woman of my dreams, the queen of my heart, the empress of my soul. I would do anything for her, give up anything for her.
And yet, if she were ever to meet someone, a girl, that she would be happier with than with me; I would let her go. I do not say this lightly. This would easily be the most difficult thing I've ever done, and I'm not even sure I could cope with it for myself. I simply cannot imagine my life without her... And yet, the freedom she so desperately yearns for, the freedom to be herself, to be all that she can be; it is hers. She does not deserve to be locked in a golden cage. She deserves to soar like an eagle, to fly on the wind, to be herself...
She has shown me what it really means to love someone, unconditionally.