How often do I read that accepting yourself, or learning to ignore others, or being comfortable in your own skin, or somesuch is the end to guilt and conflict. Maybe for some. For me, being out (only to my wife to-date) has changed the nature of conflicts, but has not eliminated them.
Guilt over being a crossdresser has been replaced with some guilt over the revelation. That's right, while my wife is supportive, she has her limits and comfort points ... and those things now exist because of me.
Urgency has gone away, but the need or drive to dress has simply been changed into something else I don't understand. The old pattern of resistance, dressing, and purging is gone. Now I don't quite know what I am.
Conflict and hiding doesn't go away when you are partially out. It just changes the audience.
Self-acceptance doesn't change the knowledge of how the world views crossdressers. More colorfully, just because a flower knows and loves being a flower doesn't particularly help it resist a weedburner. Self-acceptance doesn't negate anything.
The pattern of social and gender expectations impacts is that of the death of a thousand cuts. If you are sensitive to the nuances, life delivers you a neverending stream of tiny slurs, whether aimed directly at you or not (those not "merely" aimed at your soul). It seems that being out simply increases the sensitivity.
Being out has increased the cognitive presence of my crossdressing. It has not been better or easier. Just different. It makes me wonder if going further is better or worse.
Lea