I Am Paula
03-15-2014, 09:50 AM
I'm far enough into transition that I'm not so worried about the physical so much.
Breast growth-check
Hair removal- check
And so on...and so on.
My newest phase is dealing with legal matters, and I'm finding some side effects to it.
Last week I finished up with a bunch of paper work, and step one was my name change (Thank god that in Canada the legal gender change part is easy ((Why do gov. forms still call it gender?))
Anyway...Signed, witnessed and payment enclosed, down to the post office I go. I handed the thick envelope to the postal lady, and it felt like all my bodily fluids went cold, and my bowels became heavy. A million thoughts went thru my head as fast as my little brain could process.
I was mailing away an identity that I had used for 55 years, and giving the powers that be permission to obliterate it. I don't even get my old birth cert. back as a souvenir.
It was an identity that I was not particularly enamored with, and often considered it the root of my misery. Why would I so suddenly miss it?
The attachment to an identity I have voluntarily outgrown somehow just added such a sense of permanence. I have known for some time that I am NEVER going back, but wow, it came home so hard. In my mind I have been Paula for so long, but somehow a reality I have never known kicked in. I thought I was past the WTF moments.
I'm sure that when my new name arrives, I'll be proud of my new identity. I can take it right on down to motor vehicles and get my F drivers liscence, and really make some headway into this. All my ID should be congruent by mid summer.
I'm not regretting anything, but with my old identity gone, and a new one not yet arrived, I'm technically nobody right now.
Breast growth-check
Hair removal- check
And so on...and so on.
My newest phase is dealing with legal matters, and I'm finding some side effects to it.
Last week I finished up with a bunch of paper work, and step one was my name change (Thank god that in Canada the legal gender change part is easy ((Why do gov. forms still call it gender?))
Anyway...Signed, witnessed and payment enclosed, down to the post office I go. I handed the thick envelope to the postal lady, and it felt like all my bodily fluids went cold, and my bowels became heavy. A million thoughts went thru my head as fast as my little brain could process.
I was mailing away an identity that I had used for 55 years, and giving the powers that be permission to obliterate it. I don't even get my old birth cert. back as a souvenir.
It was an identity that I was not particularly enamored with, and often considered it the root of my misery. Why would I so suddenly miss it?
The attachment to an identity I have voluntarily outgrown somehow just added such a sense of permanence. I have known for some time that I am NEVER going back, but wow, it came home so hard. In my mind I have been Paula for so long, but somehow a reality I have never known kicked in. I thought I was past the WTF moments.
I'm sure that when my new name arrives, I'll be proud of my new identity. I can take it right on down to motor vehicles and get my F drivers liscence, and really make some headway into this. All my ID should be congruent by mid summer.
I'm not regretting anything, but with my old identity gone, and a new one not yet arrived, I'm technically nobody right now.