This is a rambling thought, and I wonder if anyone has had a thought process like this:
Some have given up everything to be themselves. Some have given themselves up for the benefit of everyone else. Some alter their future paths to fit into their newly perceived gender roles. Some do what I plan: grind on and do what they want to in their new bodies and live incredibly fascinating lives in defiance of an entrenched transsexual stigmatism.
Before transition was possible, transsexual people lived as ghosts of themselves, I'm sure. They lived long and productive lives and were capable of producing moments of happiness and clarity that carried them through. This happened. I know it must have.
Since transition has become possible, we must answer this question everyday (perhaps silently, to ourselves) for everyone else: Is the price we pay worth the benefit?
This is the question at the absolute heart of my current conundrum. This is the question that exists whether or not we like it, and it defines transition as a choice in the eyes of the rest of society.
Really, this question has plagued me and my family for my entire life: At what price, progress?
I have decided that it will no longer be my obstacle. I will look you straight in the face and tell you: I give up my family, my male image, my membership in the male fraternity, my wife, my perceived normalcy, my LIFE. I will give up the relative ease of a male social existence, certainty that I will be in a loving lifelong relationship, being socially invisible, any position of authority attained in my previous gender, among many other things, to be myself. In defiance of the stigma you place upon me, I WILL thrive.
Does this make me selfish? Absolutely. But these are the gears of my brain. I realize I am being completely selfish by making this decision and it brings me shame. Unfortunately, I have no other self. If I had not made this decision, I would continue to not exist. People say: "transition or die," for me the saying goes: "transition or be a husk." Many people would rather die, and maybe one day death would have come for me in all its mercy. That thought pushes me to transition.
Thoughts?