There are plenty of threads about people who think they may be TS or who say they are transitioning but are not living full time. Not so many about what transitioning is really like. I wish I could have read more of those before I went full time. The following is my experience. It may be general or it may be specific to me and influenced by my personality.
I am five months in and in some ways it has been a breeze. I live in the UK so I have legal protections that our US friends may lack. My employer is fully supportive and made sure that all the staff understood that and were aware of the law. I have had no problems with my colleagues. At least to my face. Some people who used to be very friendly now seem distant. Others, especially women, who were less friendly now go out of their way to be nice. Most people treat me as they always did. My family are fully accepting. I had no friends and I was not married so they were not a problem. I do not claim to pass 100% but I am not generally stared at as far as I can tell. I have heard no unpleasant remarks or suffered any abuse. People tell me that I pass well not that I let myself believe them.
So everything is fine except
I have lost my identity. I used to work so hard to be male that I felt I knew how others saw me. I may not have felt male inside but I knew my place in the world. Now I am lost. I do not how people at work percieve me. They all knew me as a male but I am not sure how they see me now. Am I a man in a dress, a transsexual (although I am not sure how many really know what that is) or a woman to some degree or another. I notice as time goes on the men no longer talk sports to me or engage in male banter with me .
People tell me this does not matter. What does it matter what other people think. It does to me. I can't help it. As a psychiatrist told me, part of your identity is reflected back from other people. I cannot see my reflection. People say I am still the old me. I find that depressing because he was male and I do not want to be him anymore.
Which brings me to the next point. How do you integrate the person you used to be with the person you now feel you are. I know my personality did not change overnight but many aspects of my personality were part of my male facade. I want to lose them but they still cling to me. They are like a fith column inside my head. I fight the world to be accepted as a female and yet there are what I percieve to be male characteristics lurking inside.
Some days it is hard to face the world. With strangers I always worry that today is the day when someone stops and shout abuse at me. This must seem pathetic to those who face this each day. It is not the abuse I fear but what it will do to my self image. Being able to live as a female is everything but if I am not achieving this then I would rather be dead. I know others have it a lot tougher but it is still the way I feel.
At work I feel I am always being judged on my appearance and the way I behave. Although logic tells me that most people have enough problems of their own and probably do not care.
I had a real problem letting go of my male relationships at work. I was hesitant about being myself in case it was too feminine. When a woman talked to me about clothes I felt awkward and embarrased wondering what the men who had known me as a man for so long would think. I am slowly dealing with this but it has taken a long time to let go.
What am I? I know I am not male but am I female? Biologically no. It does not make any difference how many operations I have or how many hormones I take or how convincing I look. I will never be the same as a natal woman. Am I a transwoman? What is that and is it enough? I never felt at home as a man and I fear I never will as a woman. I am not sure I can live as something inbetween.
Being full time is unrelenting. I cannot run and hide in male clothes when life gets to stressful. I have to go and face the world.
I was stressed in the months before my transition and I have been stressed since but for different reasons.
I broke down and cried my eyes out in front of my therapist before I went full time. She asked me what I wanted. That question broke me. The answer was I wanted it to stop. I wanted to go back to the days when I did not need to transition and I could cope as a male. I still have moments when I wish for that although I know I could never live as a man.
In the weeks before and after my transition I received a lot of support. Understanderbly, people have moved on with their lives. It must seem as if I have achieved my dream and everything is going well. That is not how it feels to me. I cannot live as a man. I sometimes doubt I can live as a woman. It may sound melodramatic but I feel I am in a life and death struggle and no one else even notices.
My patience with the people who are not transitioning has grown very thin. I know that is wrong and I can see my previous self in many of their posts but I really believe that if you are not living full time then you are not transitioning and you really do not understand what the word means. You are almost certainly suffering from GD but you are not transitioning. Changing your name and taking hormones is not transitioning.
I feel lost. Cast adrift from what I have known for fifty years. A stranger in a strange land. Maybe I became institutionalised as male. I have been set free but miss the security of my old cell.
I see someone old and ugly and too often male when I look in a mirror. People tell me I am not but I cannot trust their opinions. I was born aged 55. Unlike some people on this board no one whistles at my behind. I am attracted to men but I am invisible to them as a woman.
There are positives of course. I am happy to be Emma. I feel more natural and normal living as a woman than I have ever felt in my life. Just this week I finally took possession of my name. Up to now when I heard people call me Emma it seemed strange and wrong. Now it feels like it is me.
I am not looking for solutions to the above. I know the rational arguments. I am just trying to give a feel for what my transition is like. It will differ from others.
The above may seem confused, rambling, even self pitying but transitioning is the hardest thing I have ever done. The rewards are great but some days, far too many days, I wonder if it is really worth the pain.