This could very well be the most surreal moment of my life. I am giving voice to that which I have been steadfastly denying my entire life, so that I can profess it to the world! This can't be happening to me, it has to be some sort of a dream....
So hello, my name is Kelly, I am a 47 year old transgendered male, and this is my story.
I have known all along that I am "unique." So much of my story is so strikingly similar to every other story I've read; therefore, I will spare the repetition.
The real ah-ha moment came back in college, one night, when I awoke out of a sound sleep with a startling revelation. I sat up in bed, turned on the light and looked at one of the Playmate centerfolds decorating my wall...I didn't want her, I wanted to be her! But in my world, back then, that was the most ridiculous notion imaginable.
So, life in a nutshell: graduated college (Computer Information Systems), got married, two incredible kids, got divorced, got re-married, lost job (despite exceptional performance reviews), got divorced again, lost job again (again, despite exceptional performance reviews, IT is a fickle biz), re-engineered myself as a graphic artist, started a business with my new soulmate, a year later I lose virtually everything including myself, which pretty much brings us current.
So what's the problem? I have played by all of the rules: successful career, marriage, kids, dog, white picket fence, etc., etc., etc...WTF!
The problem is "she" won't go away. Every time I get my (his) life back on track, she pops up and says "I don't think so!"
I tried to include her in my first marriage, wife would have nothing to do with her, told me to "just go get a sex change." Second marriage only lasted 8 months, but during which wife #2 suggested I had Klinefelter's Syndrome.
Then came 8 years of dressing, drinking, and denial. I suppose somewhere inside I knew the answer, but, "how can I do this to my kids," "I'm too big" (6'5"), "I can't...," "what if...," "I'll never...."
Circumstances then took me to utopia, everything I had ever dreamed of; yet, it didn't take long before...she's baaack.
As things were falling apart I knew that this was it. If the life of my dreams wasn't sufficient for her to watch from the wings...I was in deep doodoo.
That was a little over a year ago and I am still fighting what appears to be the inevitable. Of course much of that time has been spent fighting depression, thoughts I refuse to give voice to, family who thinks I just need to get a new job and life will be right as rain, and my own inability to just accept what is...or at least what I think is...see there I go again!
I did inadvertently confess to my mother though. After being incessantly hounded about a job, all the while doing my best just to keep the gun from my head, I finally, during a particularly intense interrogation, in a fit of despair, sobbed, "my life is a lie, and I don't have the strength to fight it any more!" To which my mother, after several minutes of contemplation responded, "I have several friends who have gay sons, it's okay." Half laughing, half crying I said "Jesus, gay would be easy!" Then she looked even more puzzled, "So...what are you saying...Ohhhh...." She has been great and very supportive.
Also worth mentioning is the fact that I am a very spiritual person. I tend more towards the Eastern philosophies, and find that Taoism resonates very deeply. The Tao Te Ching has been a great source of comfort for years. However, I recently stumbled upon Eckhart Tolles's "The Power of Now" which has been a catalyst for something I am still trying to understand.
So to bring the rambling to a close here and summarize where I am at today. I have lost everything material in the physical world, something profound has happened in the spiritual...hmmm, "we are spirits, in the material world, are sprits...(Police)," anyway, I digress. The quandary: Is the gender issue a spiritual carrot, or Karma? I so desperately want to re-engage the world as "me," but then, who am I? Do I skip out in a skirt and heels, find myself an ashram, or resurrect "him" to foot the bill for realizing "her?"
If all this babble leaves you with the impression that I am lost...I am. I also get the feeling Susan's is a community of wonderful caring people, and I would value whatever insight any of you have to offer.
So hello, and I look forward to getting to know everyone.
Warmly,
Kelly