MonicaJean
02-11-2015, 06:44 PM
5 years ago tomorrow was the first time I reached out...it happened to be an online board, this one, crossdressers.com. Why a crossdressers site? I just wanted a relief valve...some online forum to converse with others in this, still very foggy, area of life. Many small steps that took the next 2-3 years to sort out what I was feeling inside. For a long time, emotions and that I thought were taken care of 15 years prior were coming back. That being, being set free of crossdressing.
As time marched on, I still had no desire to crossdress but something was burning deep inside me, it was purely gender based. I didn't know what it was for the longest time until just a few years ago. It never let up, that 'thing' only became worse. Along with it was depression and all the usual mix of junk we experience....
From chatting with people on CD. com, I met my first real trans friend in Melissa, she dealt with me being more nervous than the proverbial ***** in church the night we met. Was I living my trans life vicariously thru her? Most likely yes.
Meanwhile, I continued to blame myself for doing something wrong, Was this toxic mess of unidentified feelings a result of letting some sin/error back in my life? After all, that was drilled into my head a decade earlier.
Until I started reading and learning that being transgender... ***HRT WAS THE BIOLOGICAL CURE***.
Spring 2012, I had an afternoon business meeting at a popular coffee shop in Nashville. For a good portion of the meeting, a trans gal sat at a table behind one of the other two meeting attendees. I became really jealous...why? Why can I only focus on anything but her makeup...shoes...freedom to be herself? Because I NEED to be me, the real me...she's living her life, I'm not. I'm keeping it all inside.
About a year or so later I thought, "i'll keep this inside and only tell the online world and only converse with my new found friend Ashley" That'll work. Or so I thought....
Until my transition-or-perish moment about 6 months ago. That changed everything. I knew, I KNEW I had to be honest about who I was. There was to be no more hiding. No more laying in the weeds, it was time to stand up and be myself. For the first time in my life.
What was the most horrific moments in my life turned into something more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. HRT leveled my emotions and senses. Suddenly, life had purpose and was something to be lived, not just endured. Suddenly I was no longer afraid...afraid of finding new friends and plugging into to support groups and such. Suddenly, I found "me". Suddenly, I stopped being so grouchy and depressed. Suddenly, I cared about being with friends more than I ever have and look forward to each moment spent with them...lunch, dinner, phone, whatever... I always have, but now it was a new found burning desire.
All from reaching out to a crossdressers site...this site.....I've found a new life, amazing new friends and real purpose in life.
As I look forward from February 2015, the next phase is the hardest part. Even though I'm a much better person now, some can't deal with it. That's life, I hate it, but that's what I must accept.
What a 5 year period it's been.
And now the wall....that realization the honeymoon is over in the transition, it's hard work from here on out....it's starting to live part time (where possible), talking with all clients---hoping & praying they keep me on, the marriage...Oh I pray that it stays together...anything else to add to this huge wall of stress while we're at it?
I can see why so many ex-military people have transitioned, they have been trained to overcome. This is tough, this is hard work. There are no short cuts to learning to be yourself. There are no quick-learning paths to life experience in the real gender. It must be worked at each day. Some days are easier than others, but those tough days test us, stretch us and form us.
I may very well be leaning on you all a lot in the coming days and weeks, more so than the past. The sobering reality that the glow of HRT is great and has not faded, but I need to move on and tackle the biggest issues of transition, as mentioned above.
Without progress, I'll be stuck in the past, not something I care to do anymore.
A big thank you to the very many people who helped me get to this point in my journey.
As time marched on, I still had no desire to crossdress but something was burning deep inside me, it was purely gender based. I didn't know what it was for the longest time until just a few years ago. It never let up, that 'thing' only became worse. Along with it was depression and all the usual mix of junk we experience....
From chatting with people on CD. com, I met my first real trans friend in Melissa, she dealt with me being more nervous than the proverbial ***** in church the night we met. Was I living my trans life vicariously thru her? Most likely yes.
Meanwhile, I continued to blame myself for doing something wrong, Was this toxic mess of unidentified feelings a result of letting some sin/error back in my life? After all, that was drilled into my head a decade earlier.
Until I started reading and learning that being transgender... ***HRT WAS THE BIOLOGICAL CURE***.
Spring 2012, I had an afternoon business meeting at a popular coffee shop in Nashville. For a good portion of the meeting, a trans gal sat at a table behind one of the other two meeting attendees. I became really jealous...why? Why can I only focus on anything but her makeup...shoes...freedom to be herself? Because I NEED to be me, the real me...she's living her life, I'm not. I'm keeping it all inside.
About a year or so later I thought, "i'll keep this inside and only tell the online world and only converse with my new found friend Ashley" That'll work. Or so I thought....
Until my transition-or-perish moment about 6 months ago. That changed everything. I knew, I KNEW I had to be honest about who I was. There was to be no more hiding. No more laying in the weeds, it was time to stand up and be myself. For the first time in my life.
What was the most horrific moments in my life turned into something more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. HRT leveled my emotions and senses. Suddenly, life had purpose and was something to be lived, not just endured. Suddenly I was no longer afraid...afraid of finding new friends and plugging into to support groups and such. Suddenly, I found "me". Suddenly, I stopped being so grouchy and depressed. Suddenly, I cared about being with friends more than I ever have and look forward to each moment spent with them...lunch, dinner, phone, whatever... I always have, but now it was a new found burning desire.
All from reaching out to a crossdressers site...this site.....I've found a new life, amazing new friends and real purpose in life.
As I look forward from February 2015, the next phase is the hardest part. Even though I'm a much better person now, some can't deal with it. That's life, I hate it, but that's what I must accept.
What a 5 year period it's been.
And now the wall....that realization the honeymoon is over in the transition, it's hard work from here on out....it's starting to live part time (where possible), talking with all clients---hoping & praying they keep me on, the marriage...Oh I pray that it stays together...anything else to add to this huge wall of stress while we're at it?
I can see why so many ex-military people have transitioned, they have been trained to overcome. This is tough, this is hard work. There are no short cuts to learning to be yourself. There are no quick-learning paths to life experience in the real gender. It must be worked at each day. Some days are easier than others, but those tough days test us, stretch us and form us.
I may very well be leaning on you all a lot in the coming days and weeks, more so than the past. The sobering reality that the glow of HRT is great and has not faded, but I need to move on and tackle the biggest issues of transition, as mentioned above.
Without progress, I'll be stuck in the past, not something I care to do anymore.
A big thank you to the very many people who helped me get to this point in my journey.