I had something happen this evening that goes to the heart of the argument you made, Sammie, about the challenges of transgenderism and how for many it's transition or die.
This afternoon I was reading the book Head Over Heals - Wives Who Stay With Cross-dressers and Transsexuals by Virginia Erhardt, a clinical psychologist and gender specialist. The book is a compendium of 28 women's accounts of their personal struggle to deal with the transgender/cross-dressing natures of their husbands which in most cases they were unaware of when they married.
I'm just past the half way point, and I'm not sure I can finish reading it. Despite the fact that most of these women come to accept their husbands' transgenderism, most found their way only after working through a four stage developmental process from initial discovery and disclosure, to turmoil, negotiation, and finding balance. Their journeys are an emotional gauntlet that often encompassed shock, hurt, rage, fear, anxiety, and shame. It's hard to read about these wives' anguish.
My DW and I sat together this evening as I read Chapter 13, "Leah and Frank/Franki". When I finished we talked about it. I thought that much of it mirrored our own situation while she took some issue with that. As we discussed the details of their account, I expressed my appreciation for my wife's understanding and acceptance of my own transgenderism. I explained how her love and compassion were critical to my having made progress in my struggle.
As the conversation continued, a deep sense of sorrow mixed with joy welled up from within me. Sorrow for all the pain we both have suffered because of this unfortunate prenatal defect, and joy for how we have been able to begin mitigating that suffering.
The book made me realize how close we TGs and our SOs come to finding ourselves abandoned and alone to face the future. The specter of emptiness suddenly appeared before me. I felt the terror of it. I could feel my emotions rise to the surface, and I started to weep. The crying became uncontrolled sobbing. My wife became frightened and held me as I let out my pent up mix of feelings all bottled up inside. I couldn't imagine how I would go on without her love and care. I saw clearly how those deprived of that love, those utterly alone in the world, would be tempted to simply end it all.
I understand how transition can be a necessity for some, when nothing less will stop the bleeding. It truly is transition or die for many transsexuals. I don't think I'm one of them, and I'm grateful for that.
For me, who has advantages many others lack, I may never face that stark reality. My struggle will be to find a way to live out my remaining years as the person I am inside without all the barnacles of false identity that have been weighing me down since birth, now to the breaking point. I don't know how far I have to go to find solace. I can say without reservation that I can never go back to what I was. I look to the future for whatever it has in store.
Clara
This post was last modified: 26-07-2014, 05:47 AM by GoneGirl.