I would be very unhappy if I cannot eventually live on the outside as I feel on the inside. But I cannot say my life would be worthless. I have a son, whom I love and enjoy. I have my work, in which I help people. I have their gratitude. I have the excitement of learning new things. I enjoy teaching and writing. I enjoy music. I have done these things in my pretend personna, so I have always felt incomplete and like something did not fit. I have felt stressed and lonely. And incomplete. But I cannot say my life has been or would be worthless. I feel very blessed in some ways, even as I also feel cheated or at least, left out. I have always felt committed to things bigger than my own experience or possessions, so even if I fail, even if I never become what I am fully, I have lived, and loved , and given and received. I have succeeded and failed, but I have lived. I know that I have lived in fear and hidden from my true nature, so it is hardly perfect. I need to grow. My metaphor for where I am now is a chrysalis struggling to become more than I have been. Trying to spread my wings.
The glass is both half empty and half full.
I am sad that there is so much pain for so many in being incomplete or just in the wrong body.
And I believe life is precious beyond what I or any other individual can have or experience. It can be agonizingly painful, but never worthless.
I wish I could help all trans people complete and be fully authentically alive whatever that means for each individual (including myself).
Goddess bless each and every one of us.
Kendall
a 61 year old child