Quote from: lilacwoman on August 30, 2010, 05:05:28 PM
What I cannot grasp about detransitioners is how their family, work and social circles can accept them back and pretend they never transitioned and equally I cannot understand anyone wanting to detransition if they have come out to all these circles and lived opposite for a length of time...but if they detransition back to male then they must want to be so regardless of what excuses they put up.
My mother repeatedly told me I am a problem to her, because I'm transsexual. She has often said that she cannot bring herself to tell her friends, that she has a daughter without at least telling them that I'm transsexual and she feels ashamed of that too. She gave birth to a son, she said. She also doesn't want to get rid of baby pictures, where I'm naked and she has shown them to other people while I've been around even though that makes me very uncomfortable.
I was in fact dressed in girly pink, red and purple clothes and almost no blues for my first four years, and even though we have a lot of pictures of that she blankly denies that she did that. I think she feels somehow responsible for me turning into something she believes to be inferior and she therefore is in deep denial. Another thing is that she somehow cannot accept that she has any responsibility in her life's course, which is why she makes me into a problem. She even repeatedly excused her 25 years of unemployment on us kids although 92% of all single mums manages to stay at work. What she can't blame on us, she blames on my father, who left three weeks after my birth. She was the one baring him from any contact with us, however!
I've asked her to join me in family therapy, but as she sees it she has no problems whatsoever and she thinks I should just see a counsellor myself. She obviously do, however, since she recently started talking to one of my old acquaintences about how difficult it is for her to have a transgendered child and how strange she thinks that is. When she then proceeded to tell me that this person didn't like me either I decided I did not want to have contact with my mum for a long time. It's been two and a half month now. The rest of my family accepts me though.
IF I detransitioned she'd be all too happy to tell me that she always knew I was really just a man and that I was far out, when I thought I wasn't. She is so deep in denial, that she could easily just deny everything I went through just as she denied the existence of two full photo books we watched together twice!
Quote from: spacial on August 28, 2010, 11:47:30 AM
I went through dozens of reasons why my wish to be female was wrong and evil. I was seeking to emulate my mother, disgusting. I was lying to others, evil. I was being a wimp, coward and so on.
So, I went back.
All I really know for certain is that that was a mistake. I went back but the clock didn't. I don't know what else I could have done at that time. i don't know how it would have turned out even. All I can do is try to turn that into a lesson.
Thank you for sharing your story and nice to meet another nurse in here

Such considerations is part of my motivation to keep on transitioning. I realize that society and especially my mother has done everything they could to tell me that being the person I am is wrong. In the end I feel strongly that it is way more important to be true to yourself and be able to express who you are. One of my mottos are: It is most important to thrive as a person, being gendered comes second. Transition to me is about finding and becoming myself. Curiously it turns out that my person is interpreted as female and I have no trouble with that.
I realize that those feelings of ->-bleeped-<- being wrong or unacceptable is the basic problem, not the transgendering itself and I therefore work to better accept and embrace my diversity rather than tell myself that being who I am is being wrong.
Quote from: K8 on August 30, 2010, 08:56:16 AM
I've had a few times when I thought that life would have been simpler if I hadn't transitioned. (Transitioning is complicated.
) I would be wistful for the good old days that are in my memory. But then I would remember that they weren't all that good after all.
Kate, you're right about that and it's another reason, which keeps me going! Thinking back at my high school prom everyone thought I scored a very good partner, and I should have been happy. It was one of those moments to remember, people say. But the fact is even on that day of party I was far from happy and I almost thought about nothing, but why I wasn't the woman in the pretty dress. I felt so uncomfortable in that tuxedo and I had no real friends in high school. I believe I even asked if I could just try one of the girls dresses!
Another memory is from an English class, when we discussed a novell about an all-girls school and I raised my hand and said I'd desire to join one - I so strongly felt I'd belong there. I realize I was ready for transition at that time if I'd had just a little bit of support, but I didn't.
I have a video from my graduation party, which brings me to tears too. Another party, people being there to celebrate me, family, I should be happy, but when I watch it I see myself uncomfortably suited up and very alone, almost speaking with no one, while people around me were laughing and cheering. The person I've become is so much different. That makes me want to stay tracked.
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