Hi. I am DeeAnn. I have a PhD and 3 Master degrees, and hold 2 martial arts masters. Not to brag, but to show my isolation. I am not a Lynn Conway. I am a 57 yo female, who was "confirmed" in my true gender in 2000 by surgery. I have lived 6 years as the female I was "born" to be. I have gone from security guard, back to the fringe of almost being accepted as a professional again. I make mistakes in adaption..lots of them! However, I am accepted as a female. and where/when I am not conventionally demure, and docile, I explain that I am a "liberated woman," and that at 50+ I can "damn well do as I please." I am built like a female Russian athlete, which is a line I use to defuse "my looks."
And I am alone../ Having a "shrink" degree" is intellectualy satisfying, but not emotionally. Hard to mingle/relate to a bar crowd at 50+, so I don't. which means other than work colleagues, I have...no one. Sex is not now, or never really was the important thing... finding an intellectual "accepting" companion is my holy grail.. and I don't care if the person is male, female, or a martian.
I am alone, not in the martial arts sense, of meditative solitude, which I can handle, or work isolation, which is a "professional privilege." I am alone... no one to touch or touch me. no one to hug or be hugged by. meals for one, and a "lost family," and a "lost
half of my life." I would not trade who I am for anyone, and I have never regretted "my decision.", but the aloneness!!. and I think of the women who are in marriages, but still alone. the aloneness, of the sex slaves, and women who can't wait for their husbands to die and "finally be alone," the divorced women who wouldn't trade being alone for anything.
Still, I am alone. e-chat, not the warmth of sour breath, and sweaty, day old perfume and a drink while discussing voltaire, and Sex in the City. a laugh at a crude joke, or just a smile..and letting the tears flow. to hear another's breath, in "companionable silence."
to be warm in the living room, or bed, with another.. no demands other than those of friendship and civility.
I am alone..the burden of a unique individual, whether M2F or not? perhaps. but it is a soul-cold aloneness I would not wish on my worst enemy. I am zen, and a master or doctor of lots of things.. but knowledge is a cold comfort also, to one who will not accept the ABSOLUT oblivion of the world of alcohol. sigh
I whine? that is just a loud cry!
I am, therefore I exist.
I am sane, with no one to be sane with.
I am intellectually alive, and
I am alone.
T be clocked as is the topic of this original post is not "my" worst fear. It is to have "made it," successfully transitioned, on the verge of former professional acceptance, and to know I do not fit with the "preops" or the "post-stealth" with the contentment of "just" being another woman.
I am alone...and there are things worse than being clocked, or even raped.
I am alone..and I don't believe this is SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) in my own professional opinion..
I am alone..and hope that by being alone, I can let others have the solace that they are not alone...in being alone.
PhDeeAnn