So, I outed myself late last night in this thread. The thread was a few days old, but I had good news I wanted to share. I posted a bare bones response there, as a longer story didn’t really seem to fit the OP. I decided to do that here.
Today, or actually yesterday by now, my name change became legal. I now legally, officially, have a girl’s name for the first time in my life. This may seem a small thing, and really, in the grand scheme of my life, it is. I’ve actually been using my girl name exclusively for many months now, and I’ve always used my first two initials on legal documents and such whenever possible, so the change is really more symbolic than practical. But still, it’s something that brought me a great deal of joy, and though I can’t really articulate why it does, I wanted to share.
There wasn’t really a time when I didn’t believe I should have been a girl. But I learned early on that it was unwise to actually tell people this, so I supressed it as best I could. I even managed to convince myself for a while that because I was sexually attracted to women, I was a transvestite, not a transsexual. Sure I liked to wear women’s clothes but I was, to quote Ed Wood, "All man . . . I love women. Wearing their clothes makes me feel closer to them. " I continued to rationalize this state of mind until I was nearly thirty, and made myself miserable in the process.
I came out to my wife while we were still dating, and she figured out what was really going on in about 10 minutes. As a result of her encouragement, I began counseling and started the transition process three years ago. I stayed in the closet at work (teaching elementary school is not a job that is exactly friendly to transsexuals) while gradually coming out more and more while away from work, but was accidentally outed by a clerk in insurance claims. I was susepended without pay for the reamainder of the school year, and not rehired the at the end of last year as a result, but have since been reinstated.
I transitioned about six months ago. I came out to my family shortly afterwards. My father and older sister will have nothing to do with me at the moment, but I think daddy will come around eventually. My mom was only a little surprised, and quite sympathetic. My brother’s reaction was, “Well, duuhhhh!”
I could easily fill notebooks with more details. I have in fact done this–keeping a diary of my daily experiences and feelings was something my therapist advised me to do at the beginning, and it has been an invaluable tool. But I don’t want to bore everyone here with all of those details.
I don’t know if my personal story would be of any interest to anyone here. I know there are other transsexual dopers who are out, and I know that the issues involved have been discussed many times. On the other hand, everyone’s story is unique, so I might be able to help some people understand a little bit of what it was like for this one person.
So I guess I started this thread for several reasons.
First, to share my joy at finally having a name that fits my true gender after 32 years of having the wrong name.
Second, for a preventive measure so that if anyone was to wonder why I’m now referring to myself as a woman, I can link to this thread in reply rather than offer an explanation each time (not that I expect that anyone here knows me well enough to be confused, but hey, a girl can dream).
Third, to tell my story if there’s anyone curious about it–another suggestion my therapist offered was that to share honestly with people I trust. I’ve read threads involving other differently gendered people on this board and I think this is a safe place to do this. It certainly couldn’t be any worse than the reception my sister gave me. I honestly don’t know if anyone will be interested in my story, and if no one is, that’s ok with me.
Feel free to ask me just about anything, so long as the question is relevant to the topic and polite. If a question is too personal, I’ll simly say so and not answer. I will ignore completely any veiled insults or anything remotely degrading. Don’t expect any intimate details of my sex life; this isn’t about that. Well, it’s certainly part of it, but it’s also so much more than that.
Aargh. I didn’t want to post a book, but I’m getting close. I’ll be climbing in bed now. I’ll check back when I get up and answer any reasonable question.
PS. I realize that at my age the proper term is woman, not girl. My endocrinologist tells me I now have the hormonal levels of a teenage girl, and my teenage years were wasted pretending to be a boy, and dammit, this is relativly new for me, so I’m going to think of myself as a girl for a while.