I’ve always been pretty average. Average intelligence, average academically, at sports. Same goes for drawing, painting, singing, dancing. The list goes on.
So why am I telling you this? It’s because I have always hated myself for not having the courage to transition. I talk the talk (in my head mostly) but … you can guess the rest.
I’ve realised something that I think kind of lets me off the hook. Transgender men and women who transition are exceptional people. They are not average Joes/Janes they are people of extraordinary courage, determination and fortitude. Whilst I admire and love them, as much as they inspire me, I remain average and sadly way below exceptional.
It got me thinking though. How many hidden transgender people are there out there lacking those exceptional qualities necessary to change their lives for the better?
I had a meeting yesterday with a wonderful person. After interacting with her via email for a while, when she was visiting from the US she wanted to meet face to face.
As I met her in reception I realised she was transgender.
She was confident, gregarious, happy and outgoing. She is also very successful. I found her truly inspiring.
Throughout the meeting I just felt so distracted. She must have thought I was a complete dummy.
Sat in front of me was a happy, successful, confident transgender woman just getting on with her life. I think the reason I was so distracted was because, similar to how it would be for me, she didn’t pass that well. But she didn’t let that stop her living her life as herself.
I’m just so happy for her. I admire her courage and strength. I’m so glad I met her.
At home, once everyone had gone to bed that night I stayed up. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep. As I sat there thinking about the day tears rolled down my cheeks but I’m not quite sure why. I think it may have been frustration or even just self pity. I just felt emotional I guess.
More of our transgender brothers and sisters are finding the courage to live their lives their own way. They inspire others to do the same sometimes without even knowing it.
I’ve not posted in a while because to be honest I have been feeling much more able to cope and feel less need to vent.
When I get these brief periods of respite it makes me feel like I can make it. Maybe I can get to the end of my life without anyone close to me knowing or me having to do anything
But it is such a waste of life. I wouldn’t try to end my life again but I yearn to be free from all of this. After I took those pills when I was 19 the feeling of relief was so powerful. My awful knawing dread and hate for myself lifted. I felt so free, so calm. Is that how it feels to not suffer this curse?
There are five things I would like to say to myself at eighteen years old.
- Don’t feel ashamed of who you are
- You are not crazy, worthless, deviant, insignificant or hopeless
- No matter how hard you try, no matter what you do, there is nothing that will ever make you a man
- You can’t hide from this it will always be there. You will never out run it
- Don’t be the person others expect you to be, just be you
I have come this far. I think I have worked through a lot of self hatred and denial. I can accept who I am. I think I even understand some of it.
Talking to some of the wonderful, beautiful people who have contacted me has helped me to realise that it’s possible for there to be a life without this awful dysphoria. I smile whenever I think of that. It makes me feel happy to know that many of you will get there. It may be a journey of a thousand miles with bumps along the way but you will, get there.
It’s important for you to know whenever you doubt. Your cause is just. Don’t delay, don’t wait. Summon your courage and pursue what your heart and mind tells you to be true.
What you seek is what everyone else takes for granted, a comfortable basic sense of self identity. We build our lives on this foundation and without it our lives become a maelstrom of doubt, fear and unhappiness.
Everyone has the right to be who they are, live an authentic life and seek happiness.