olga
05-29-2010, 08:13 PM
I texted Sabine yesterday, asked her if she had time for a chat this weekend. She’s a nurse, and her work schedule can be erratic… at least for me. Like all of my family, she lives in Germany, so we have to factor in the time difference as well, they are six hours ahead.
We don’t talk nearly as often as I’d like, and we have been a lot closer back when I lived “back home” in Germany. She has gone through some rough times herself, including depression, anxiety, divorce… and the complicated relationship with our parents, which we share.
I didn’t expect any issues with me being transexual, especially because she knows about my depression and social anxiety problems. We have talked often about how similar our experiences have been, and how different at the same time… she has made her piece with the parents and herself, and achieved stability in her life.
So after the usually hello and what’s new and how’s the weather (a common thread, I always brag about having real summer here in Atlanta) I opened up the conversation:
“I have finally found out what’s wrong with me. I always had the feeling that there was this one thing that connects all the dots, that explains everything. And I have found it.”
She started talking, probably something supportive and inspirational — we have had these conversations so many times. But I couldn’t listen. I was shaking. I just blurted out: “I am transexual”. She didn’t hear me. The connection (I have a VoIP phone line) cut out. I started again: “I am a transexual. I am a woman! A woman that lives in a man’s body!” —
“Ich bin eine Frau, die in einem männlichen Körper lebt!”
Saying it in my mother tongue for the very first time.
Just wanted to share this with y’all…
olga
We don’t talk nearly as often as I’d like, and we have been a lot closer back when I lived “back home” in Germany. She has gone through some rough times herself, including depression, anxiety, divorce… and the complicated relationship with our parents, which we share.
I didn’t expect any issues with me being transexual, especially because she knows about my depression and social anxiety problems. We have talked often about how similar our experiences have been, and how different at the same time… she has made her piece with the parents and herself, and achieved stability in her life.
So after the usually hello and what’s new and how’s the weather (a common thread, I always brag about having real summer here in Atlanta) I opened up the conversation:
“I have finally found out what’s wrong with me. I always had the feeling that there was this one thing that connects all the dots, that explains everything. And I have found it.”
She started talking, probably something supportive and inspirational — we have had these conversations so many times. But I couldn’t listen. I was shaking. I just blurted out: “I am transexual”. She didn’t hear me. The connection (I have a VoIP phone line) cut out. I started again: “I am a transexual. I am a woman! A woman that lives in a man’s body!” —
“Ich bin eine Frau, die in einem männlichen Körper lebt!”
Saying it in my mother tongue for the very first time.
Just wanted to share this with y’all…
olga