I wasn't sure where to post this, but I need to vent somewhere or I'll explode.
I've made a big mistake. I chose two people to confide in during this delicate period of needing to transition but left playing the waiting game for my first proper appointment, and got two very different reactions.
To clarify, I'm Christian. I've made a lot of friends at church, and one lady I explained to about the whole transition thing was taken very well. She was very understanding and supportive, generally taking it a lot better than I'd hoped. The other guy, although also Christian, is a different story.
I'm not sure what's wrong with him, but paranoia is definitely one of them. He can get nasty if there's the remotest sense that people don't like him, and he's also a big bloke, so me being only 5' 4", I'd rather avoid a physical confrontation at all costs. I hate any kind, really. But anyway - the sad thing is, that underneath the bitterness is a really nice guy who just wants to be liked - he's just got so bitter and twisted over the years. He's confided in me and offered the same to me - something I don't get often - although there's still a sense of treading eggshells, which makes things a little awkward.
The main problem here is my compassionate, empathetic nature. Vulnerable/mentally ill people seem to home in on this - I broke up with one lad who suffered from Asperger's, and that night he kept trying to get himself run over. Now I have this guy, who I've known for about six months to a year, wanting a relationship with me.
It was more pleasant at first. I told him carefully that some relationships were better off staying as friends. He seemed to accept that. This was after I'd already told him that I didn't want a relationship with anyone - both of which are true, as that's the last thing I need right now. The problem started when, a bit later, he kept persuading me to give him a go, with me always replying "No", or "I can't". He started to ask why. Since I'm such a bad liar and he'd be the last person I wanted to catch me out, I just told him "It's complicated", or some such thing. He wouldn't let up, and I began to fear for my safety - he wasn't threatening in behaviour, but I just couldn't shake the feeling that, if this continued for an extended period of time, he could end up raping me. Survival instincts took over, and I made the mistake of telling him the truth.
It worked, in that he stopped asking. However, then began the debate over whether this was the right thing to do, and in doing so he was practically bashing me over the head with a bible I already read. He accused me of leaving Jesus, following the devil, that I was made a woman and that's how it should stay. I knew better than to argue (although I did try to fight our corner), and just left. All was fine until I walked home with my housemate tonight, whereupon we came across this guy stood outside his house. Thankfully my housemate knows how to deal with him, which saved us all from a potentially sticky situation.
My housemate is wonderfully patient. Said hello out of politeness, but the guy's response was to launch into "You know what she said before? Is this right, what she's doing?!" without so much as a hello back. I have to admit, it was funny in a way that this guy just assumed that my housemate knew exactly what he was on about, when in reality
he doesn't know yet!That's the problem. That's what I'm faced with - yes, I clearly messed up, and I'm already paying big time. I'm just worried he's gonna throw open my closet door before I'm ready to tell that many people - the idea is for me to have my first therapist's appointment, but tell a small handful of people beforehand more to gauge their reactions. My biggest concern is that I'm gonna get paranoid myself, since my trust's already been tested once.
I want to tell people. I want to tell them how I've been living in limbo for most of my life, and now finally have a chance to make it whole. With the world the way it is though, I know I have to be careful in how and who I tell. I just have this picture in my head of how he's gonna out me at church after the service - may be silly, may be justified, I don't know.
Ugh... damn it, what am I so scared of?! Why can't I just be me in peace?!