So, my name is Mikael. I've been browsing around the site for a few days & chiming in when I feel comfortable to do so or have something to offer. I'd like to say thanks to everyone here for making a sanctuary such as this possible.
As for me, I grew up in a tiny town surrounded by warped religion and fear mongering. I outed myself as bisexual at 14, the same year my Dad outed himself as gay. Neither went over well, to say the least. At 20 I outed my poly lifestyle, that was a mixed bag.
I've always known that my parts were incorrect. I also knew that I wanted to have a family, without the mass expense of adoption or medical intervention. So I decided to wait to transition until after my family was complete. Confusing and painful times those were, both emotionally and physically.
I've only recently outed my trans status to friends and family. My husband is on board with transition, thank god. He is bisexual, so it makes him little difference from a purely physical point of view. In his words, "Anyone that truly knows you will not be surprised in the least." My Dad & his husband are also on board and extremely supportive, though Dad has expressed that he would personally prefer I not do it but will support me regardless (as that is his issue, not mine).
Several friends have expressed genuine support, also. Though I have yet to hear a peep from my Mom. She has taken all of my personal *oddities* & chalked them up to "you are my weird kid & I love you anyway". I hope that her love is truly unconditional, but the moment that she realizes that I am a man married to a man, she may begin adding conditions. Alas, it hurts to think that she may turn away, but it hurts more to continue living as someone I was never intended to be; constantly feeling out of sync with my body & my life; feeling like I am always pretending.
I spent years butchering my body with blades in some warped effort to find inner peace. Also, to some extent (I think), in an effort to distance myself from others. The scars are extensive and obvious, & rendered people afraid of me (which is rather backward, in my opinion). These days I've got 2 years *on the wagon* with no intention of ever looking back.
Sometimes life just happens to you, sometimes *you* make it happen. Yes, terrible things have happened to me. Yes, I have chosen to do terrible things. The question is often not "what did I do/what happened to me?" but "what am I *willing to do* to fix it?"
My life motto: "I'll be me & you be you. Maybe we'll meet in the middle. If not, we'll both be happier for it."
Cheers, all. Looking forward to getting to know everyone.