My Epiphanies and Their Consequences

It is hard to believe that it has been two months since I wrote an entry.  My transition was relatively stagnant for awhile.  Yes, I continued my hormones, and I have been feeling both their emotional and physical effects, but really, I wasn’t doing much more to either continue or stop my transition.

When I get into these lulls, I don’t know what to do.  I feel like I should do something else to move forward, but I have always feared the consequences of any action I take—especially when it comes to my wife’s reaction.  Still, with each step I take on the transition path, I feel more natural and at peace with myself.  At no time I have done something that I did not like or that did not feel right.  Everything I do confirms that I am on the correct path.  But for months now, I have been hitting an emotional wall that I have been unable to break through.  I have checked off a lot of proverbial boxes on my journey.  So much so, that I am running out of boxes to check off before actually becoming full-time.  I have been unable to make that jump, however, because of this wall.  I have been waiting for something.  I just didn’t know what something was.

For months, the “Am I Trans?” question I have been asking myself really morphed in to the following question:  Do I fear transition, or do I fear the consequences of transition?  That is, do I actually still question that womanhood is what I want and need, or have I actually already accepted that fact in the back of my mind but have not allowed myself to move forward because I fear the inevitable consequences of that realization?  The consequences are huge for me:  divorce, the breakup of my family, the loss of realized dreams of raising a family with the love of my life, the idea of starting over.  I kept beating my head against this wall and was not moving forward.

In my trans support group, I hear stories all the time about how people had epiphanies that finally set them on the right track, when they realized they could not go back.  I have been waiting for my own personal epiphany to occur for a long time to confirm my feelings, and I was starting to lose hope that it would never come, signaling a problem or a regret.  However, a couple of weeks ago, I had a pair of significant moments that have finally helped me move forward and accept myself as a trans woman.

The first actually came quite unexpectedly from my wife.  She is on a journey to eventually become ordained in her church.  To that end, she must meet with a mentor every so often to guide her in her journey.  My wife met with her mentor for the first time, and told her story:  how she always knew ordination was a goal for her; how she started, stopped, and second guessed that process on several occasions, and how she had taken steps out of order on her way to where she is now.  The synopsis of this meeting immediately rang in my ears, as I could hear her describing my transition.  How I stalled in the journey, how I had taken steps out of order, etc.  What I finally connected was that, no matter how much my wife has waffled in her decision to move forward on the ordination path, to the rest of the world, the decision should have been clear to proceed.  Paralleling her story with mine, then, should mean that the rest of the world sees that I should be moving forward in my transition journey.  I was the only one getting in my way by not fully accepting it.

My second moment came days later in a dream.  Being a dream, things were weird, of course.  I won’t even go into the first part of my dream, because it is irrelevant to this discussion, but the second part involved my family going away on a trans retreat (for lack of a better word).  During this trip, I was frequently separated from my family as was being attended to by a nurse, who had gained my trust.  At one point, she told me to nap, and she cradled me in her arms to make that happen.  I resisted the nap, but I ended falling asleep anyway.  When I awoke from the nap (in the dream), I found the nurse forcing devices onto my eyes, similar to eyeglass lenses.  In front of me, a team of psychiatrists were sitting at a long table.  The doctors started asking me very pointed questions about myself and my transition.  Each time I gave a waffling answer or said something that wasn’t true to my heart, the eyeglass devices forcing my eyes open would beep loudly, as if they were lie detectors that could see into my soul to know how I really felt.  Quickly, I began to give more full answers and by the end of the inquisition, I was practically trying to convince this table full of doctors that I was transgender and that I needed to transition, as if they had the power to tell me yes or no.  A vote was taken, and the results were split down the middle.  Half said I continue; half said I should stop.  The deciding vote sat at the end of the table.  In a weird twist, he was Matthew McConaughey’s religious scientist character from “Contact.”  After staring at me in silence for what seemed like an eternity, he finally told me me that he owed me $100 and then he smiled.  Somehow, this was his way of approving my transition.  Then I woke up.

As odd as that dream was, the key thing pointed out to me was that, despite my waffling and fears, my heart and soul were pleading to be allowed to transition in front of the doctors.  The detector glasses forced me to speak from the heart. I was not allowed to lie to myself in the dream, and I should not be lying to myself in a conscious state.  I am breaking through the wall I put up for myself.  I am accepting that I am a trans woman.  It is what I want and need.

Those moments of relief that I was finding my way were quickly squashed by my wife.  These epiphanies, combined with an ultra femme hair style and eyebrow shaping later in the week set her off.  Now that I have decided that I need to be a woman, she wants a divorce and me out of the house.  These are the consequences I feared I would face when I reached this point.  In the span of three days, she demanded a divorce, took off her wedding rings, and even publicly changed her name on Facebook (which while not outing me as trans does begin to air out that we are having problems in our marriage).

Days of tears, screaming, and separation followed.  Nothing is settled; although things have quieted a bit.  Still, I have been put through the emotional ringer.  I have never been more depressed in my life than I have been the past week.  An old friend of mine even asked how suicidal I am.  I told her my children mean the world to me, and we need each other, so I’m probably not jumping in the bay anytime soon.  But I would be lying if I said it hasn’t crossed my mind a few times.

But… now I have accepted who I am.  Ultimately, this is a positive thing.  I have even come out to more of my friends.  Four in the last week, including someone I have been wanting to talk to for a long time about all of this.  I am even receiving more and more positive comments about my appearance!  It’s amazing and ego boosting.  With divorce imminent, things are clarified when it comes to my transition. It’s continuing, and full-time might not be as far away as I once imagined.  Once that happens, work will learn, and the world will meet the authentic feminine me.  A snowball effect could be on its way.  I am growing weary of the secretive double life I experience.  But first:  I need to tell my children, and that’s a whole thing in and of itself.  Also, I now have to truly deal with the logistics of a divorce, and that’s something I never ever wanted to have to do, and I don’t know where to start with that.

So, that’s my longish update:  Life is extremely difficult. I am both depressed and elated.  I am clear in my path, but I don’t know how to execute it.  I am a woman, and I finally accept it.  Time to face those consequences and re-evaluate my dreams.