I know I said I wasn't going to, but... I'm sorry. I need to vent again

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I want to just curl up and cry right now. I'm sorry. I know I said I wasn't going to post another blog so soon, but I need this. God, I need this.

Coming back to the top here to say, I changed the rating because of language. I don't regret what I said. I needed to say it. Just a fair warning in advance because Zoe's PMSing in overdrive.

I haven't slept since I e-mailed Mr. H. back. In my letter, I told him everything. I told him things that I've posted here in the past, and I've told him things that I have never told another living soul, including an incident of severe emotional abuse that I believe has a lot to do with my current mental state.

I feel like I'm goddamned going around in circles here and I just want to crawl in a hole somewhere and hide away from the world. Moreso than I already do.

I went for a long walk this morning, thinking it would clear my head. I had a long talk with God. He didn't have much to say, or maybe I'm just too damned angry to listen right now. I don't know.

But I've gone through this so many times before, and I don't want to go through it again.

I already can feel myself receding back into survival mode/damage control, and for the first time, I find myself NOT wanting to go to that safe place. I want to feel what I'm feeling because I want to face it head-on and deal with it, but it just hurts so much.

I had a nice little run-in with my parents before I went for a walk. My mom either has the flu, or a really, really nasty cold (She came home sick at noon and she's been in bed ever since).

When I deal with them, it's basically a case of throwing on a mask and pretending I don't give a damn. I hate that I have to do that, but it's just gotten to that point with them and my trust of them (Or lack thereof). I love them to death, but I cannot talk to them about anything.

The thing I'm struggling with is... I just don't know anymore. Like I said, talking with Mr. H. brought up a lot of issues for me. It opened a floodgate, and I just feel so... I don't know. The fact that I feel anything at all is kind of the whole point.

I fell into a rut for so long of just keeping myself at neutral, never too happy for too long, but never all that sad either. Sedintary. Survival mode.

Now all of a sudden I'm facing issues I thought I had resolved months ago. I always think I resolved them. Then the little fuckers rear their heads again and I start the cycle all over again. GAH!

Okay, let's just lay it out here. If I sound angry, it's because I am. I'm sad, and I'm pissed, and I think I'm PMSing >_>

I tried to go to sleep last night. I tried really hard, and even thought about a sleep aid. I just wanted my brain to shut up for awhile and leave me alone, but I kept thinking about what I'd said to Mr. H.

I thought about how so many nights when I was little, I'd wish I was born a girl, and then I started to explore that thought for the first time. I started to ask myself WHY I wished I was born a girl.

Frankly I don't have a good answer for that. The only one I can honestly come up with is that if I had been, then I wouldn't be dealing with this.

But then there's this other little voice that's telling me that if there were some magical cure out there, that maybe if God would just take away these feelings, then that would work just as well.

I completely lost all track of time walking today because of this back-and-forth.

The worst of it is that I don't think I feel like a woman. I sure as Hell do not feel like a man. I'm somewhere in between, but I like feminine things. I was always the person other people turn to for advice. In high school, I thought I wanted to be a counselor just so I could help other people.

And then after the incident of extended emotional abuse when I was 17 I stopped wanting to help people.

It's all just one big goddamned confusing ball of I-don't-know-what anymore, and it's driving me insane.

I find myself not wanting to go to sleep now because I'm afraid that if I do, I'll slip back into neutral and just forget this incident ever happened, just like I've done hundreds of times before.

I just... I don't fucking know anymore. I don't know up from bacon or down from crochet.

I mean, there's an old saying. If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and has feathers like a duck, it's a damn duck.

I look at everything around me right now. I have half a dozen indian princess pictures around here. My XBoxLive avatar was a cute little semi-sophisticated girl with glasses until I changed her over to her cheerleader style last night.

I own more pairs of heels than I do sneakers, and my favorite pair of shoes are my oxford casuals. Shoes are my vice.

In every form of video game I've ever played, I gravitate toward female characters naturally. Online, unless I explicitly state my birth gender, I'm constantly mistaken for female.

Offline, I could rattle off a dozen times right from memory that I've been called Miss, Ma'am, or in a group, "ladies".

So why the hell can't I come to terms with this? Why do I feel the need to question and doubt it adamantly, and deny it so absolutely strongly?

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

... Sorry. I'm done now >_< Going to do some light reading here, try and take my mind off things...

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I don't know what to say, other than thank you all again, from the bottom of my heart, for making me feel comfortable being able to just throw caution to the wind and gripe, get it all out of my system, and... maybe finally learn how to cope.

Like I said, mom's really sick. Might be strep, so I had to take it down a notch after posting, and go make sure she was okay (She isn't :()

Apologized as best I can for yelling at her. I still feel so awful about that, despite (or in addition to) everything else. She didn't deserve that one.

So.. Now I get to figure out how to go forward with the knowledge that what I've been struggling with, the heart of it on the GID side, is public knowledge and not something I can just brush off anymore.

I think it's time I started using writing as a means to explore this while I debate whether or not to bring up this morning's outburst to Mr. H.

Ironically dad had to take a lawnmower in for repair so I could've set up a meeting in person, had I known sooner. Sigh. Oh well. No sense crying over the path not taken. I think I've done enough of that to last a month now.

Scampering off to do some pre-writing now. I have a wonderful hook in mind for the preface that I think is really going to lure in the reader. I just hope I can live up to it throughout.

I'm not going to waste anyone's time this time with asking for help. I've done that twice now, and due either to real life or my own little personal psychoses getting in the way, stopped. I won't do that to you guys again. :-)

I might try that sleep thing this afternoon, once dad's back and can take over playing nurse. I know I said I stopped caring about other people, but I think that's actually part of the problem, that.. maybe I care too much, to a point of self-destruction for others. Something Kim mentioned in reply to an earlier entry, I believe? Something to that effect anyway, and something I'm going to have to re-read (and probably commit to memory as a new mantra at some point :))

They say that admitting you know nothing is the first step on the path to enlightenment. Well, today, I just put a big honkin' neon sign that says "Clueless and helpless, and more than a little pathetic" over my head, hey? Anyway, off to write.

~A more sedate, calm, and rational Zoe T.


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Not alone

Hi Zoe. All I can say to you, is that you are not alone. Every transitioner I have known over the last 9 years has gone through periods of self doubt, right up to having surgery, on the gurney on the way to take that last physical step of slicing and dicing! Me, I had to live as much like a sociological male for the vast majority of my life (well, so far :-)) as I could as I couldn't see any other way out.

I too had prayed for a magical change when young, and when it didn't happen and I saw the hypocritical behavior of so many of those who claimed god ruled their lives, I rejected religion and god. Testosterone made sure I could not ever pass. I just knew it. So I too navigated Cleo's famous river of denial, swinging between around the bends "taking a firm stand that I would live the cards I was dealt") and spending hours and days in depression and looking for a way out, even if it was to cut my life short (and yes, there was a 28 day, more or less, cycle to the swings.)

Finally, I spent 30 minutes looking in the barrel of a single action Colt knock off, called a Dakota .357 magnum revolver, watching the cylinder rotate as a new load came into place, and pulling the trigger, 6 times. As luck, karma, whatever, would have it, a friend had borrowed the pistol and fired "hot" loaded cartridges in it and bent the too soft metal of the firing pin. He didn't admit it to me, and it saved my life, as the bent firing pin struck all around the primer cap rather than on it. In the spirit of scientific inquiry (:-)), I later took the pistol to a shooting range to see if any of the rounds would have fired, and it finally did one time out of 30 on the 15th trigger pull, the primer cap barely being caught by the pin.

After pondering things awhile, I knew that I was ready still to end my life, so the thought came, "well if I was ready to end things, why not end them on my own terms?". I had been viewing transition as ending my life, so -- why not if I was so willing to blow my brains over the bedroom? The same doubts about passing continued, so I decided to transition, have surgery, for me, and to hell with what anyone else thought. So, at the tender age of 61, I found a therapist, then an endocrinologist, and the rest is history (or herstory?). Now I smile a lot for real rather than for conventions sake, and I am happier than I have ever been. Oh, I don't know if I truly pass, but people react positively to me and I don't really care. Yeah, I lost family, my relationships to friends changed, but became closer with those who remained. My colleagues remain my colleagues, and we still get together at the annual professional meetings. Some of the guys are a bit uncomfortable at first, but the ladies are great!!

Anyway, I do have an inkling what you are going through. One of my friends in the far off land of Cal-e-forn-ee-ay is much like you. Fighting tooth and nail not to transition, fearful of losing wife, kids and livelihood, but with a therapist trying to help. After two years, she has recently decided to accept a trial of estrogen. Before the E she displayed most of the classic symptoms of GID, which is mostly depression writ large (as you do as well, I think) but since she has been on estrogen she has been able to work again, is no longer sleepless at night, and her wife and kids now know and have not run screaming into the night.

I think sometimes that much of the conflict and doubts we go through comes from fear of the future, as well as the worrying we are not really what we actually believe we are. Coupled with that is the fear of social rejection and job loss. Then, my California friend who admits to feeling so much better now, says she would turn back the clock in a heartbeat if she could, and return to a male role (which she also admits she felt discomfort over her whole life through but still--), but would not want to live in conflict and painful depression as she did for so long. She is still hoping to find a comfort level short of actually taking on the full appearance of a woman full time, but the response of her body may take that kinda away from her.

Like I said Zoe, you are not alone. I don't mean to be demeaning in any sense, but you are actually rather average in your struggle right now, as many others have gone, are going and will go through the same doubts and fears, and most of them have or will surmount them to become much happier with their lives. Not perfect lives, since whatever problems that existed independent of the gender conflict remain, but one big relief and maybe with new strategies available for coping with those other problems post-transition.

And you can stop short of full transition, which you seem to be doing or trying to do right now, just finding a comfort zone. I know a number of people who live and work as their femme selves but remain without surgery by choice. Others are one person at work, and themselves at home and on their off time, sort doing a super crossdressing thing.

Take a deep breath, know you are not alone, and step back and look at the world. It is not so bad, and there is life ahead, and that's not all bad either.

CaroL

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I think that's one of my biggest problems not just in dealing with my GID, but overall. I'm at a point now though, where I really have nothing else to lose anymore. Actually, I think I've been at this point for a long time now. I just haven't been able to admit it.

I swear, sometimes I feel as though I have Multiple Personality Disorder. Not overtly, but it's like, there's the real me - the person you all see posting here, whom I sometimes show offline when I let my guard down around others, and then there's this grumpy, anti-social, hot-tempered trogladyte.

Sometimes I feel all hopeful and optimistic, that maybe I can make a better life for myself, and then other times I just don't care - about others or myself. I've completely alienated most of my family over the years. My aunt commented once that she was upset her son didn't attend a family dinner. When my mother apologized on my behalf, she just shrugged and said "Oh, that's okay. I'm used to that."

So... I start to wonder, what am I afraid of losing, that I haven't already managed to drive off?

Sometimes I think it's a defense mechanism to try and keep myself from getting hurt again. I was always a shy kid, but this goes far beyond that.

Err.. Sorry. In a rambly, confused mood still. Not scream-and-ranty anymore, thank God, but stil lost-ish :)

For what it's worth, I don't think you were being demeaning at all. It's a little jarring, and at the same time a little comforting, to know this is entirely normal.

A little scary as well though. I don't know why the idea is just so scary. I understand that I'm not "living in sin", and that if God was really going to "cure" me he'd have done it by now for all the years of praying I'm sure he's heard from my mother and me combined, but just the notion itself... It freaking terrifies me.

I guess that's something I'm just going to have to learn to face though.

Anyway, sorry for all the rambliness - and thank you so much for sharing your personal experience. In a lot of ways, I do feel like a scared kid. I have for a very long time. Probably why I love tween/teen fiction so much (I still watch Sponegbob, too >_>)

This has given me a lot to think about.


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we are on the same page

because the way you descibe your feelings is almost exactly how i feel too. In my case, I think part of the reason why i still doubt my essencial femininty is two-fold, first, because it may not be possible for me to fully transition, and so in some way i am trying to soften the blow of that, secondly, because the image in the mirror just doesnt jive with my heart, and that is so hard to bear its sometimes easier to believe my heart must be wrong, and the mirror right. In any case, i am thinking of you, and hope you can feel better soon.

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Hugs to you :-)

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Hugs to you :-)

One of the more difficult things for me is coming to grips with the understanding that I'm not alone. It feels good to know, but at the same time it's still a little jarring. I think it's a good kind of jarring though. We are sisters in suffering, if nothing else ;)

I think that's one of the reasons I have such weight problems. As it is, I have a pudgy face along with everything else. It's softened my features, and if not for a family history of heart disease that's begun to rear its ugly head in my blood pressure being a little higher than it should be, I'd hate losing that.

I do often wonder if I'd want to transition fully. It's one of the big... confusing things for me. My problem with the extra equipment arose in the fact that I never had "The Talk", so a new bulge where it shouldn't be, especially in public, was a new, terrifyingly uncomfortable experience. Even following sex ed in junior high, it took a couple of years to come to terms with what puberty was doing to me (And the awkwardness that comes with knowing those feelings weren't inspired by that cute girl in the short skirt, but in wishing I was her ;-))

Thank you for your kind words and support. I'm getting to a point now where I'm feeling... Well, not as crazy.

I guess in a way, I'm kind of fortunate that I don't have a significant other to think about with all this, anyway. That brings with it its own set of fears though. I've had enough trouble with relationships as I am, and Zoe's very much a lesbian (Actually, fun sidenote. I've had a remarkably high number of female friends whom I later found out were lesbian, over the years), which brings with it its own trials.

Ah, but now I ramble again. Sorry >_>


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The problem with "I Can't..."

...is that it is often an excuse. I have surely used it as that in way too many times in my life.

The thing is that virtually all of the people who have ever told me that it would not be possible for them to transition (or transition fully, whatever that means) have lied. And that includes a lot of mirror time.

About eight years ago quite by accident, I met a woman who helped me change my life. She showed me what determination was all about. I had been afraid of what others might think if I transitioned. She shared with me that she transitioned while working in a steel mill in Gary, Indiana. After talking with her and hearing what she had gone through and accomplished, I seriously wondered what my problem really was.

I am not a small person and would have liked to be more petite. While many tell me that my voice is 'fine,' I still worry some about it. Still, I am myself and am free from the internal struggle.

I have friends who are larger than I and are still beautiful women. I have friends who for medical reasons may never be as "complete" as they would like to be. Still, they have become themselves and are happier for it.

It really boils down to what you are willing to give up for a chance at being yourself. Please note that I am not saying that it will be better. It will be different.

I could run through a litany of all of the things I lost of my old life, suffice to say that most would think of them as significant. Still, I would go through it all again, and more, to achieve the same outcome.

This is a very scary proposition, but nothing is without risk and I can not think of a greater reward than finally being comfortable in your own skin.

Some time ago I posted a poem that for me encapsulates these thoughts and feelings, The Wall.

My heart and spirit reach out to you, wishing you comfort and peace.

Janet

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Someone once told me

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The last time I went through this, coming so close to facing the truth I mean, someone told me (And I know she'll remember, if she's still reading/writing here) that it was a choice of which set of consequences I wanted to live with.

For the first time in my life, today, I'm beginning to see myself unclouded, and it's taking every ounce of strength I have not to shut my eyes tight and tell it to go away, but at the same time, I feel... I don't know. Relief, in a way. I think I understand now, where a lot of my anguish has come from.

I used to think it was about the clothes, but it's never been "just" about the clothes.

Then I thought it was about looking pretty, boosting my self image in some warped way, but it wasn't that either.

All I know is that when I stop fighting it, and allow myself to just enjoy time being feminine, everything doesn't feel so cloudy and dark anymore.

Now I have to decide which set of consequences, and which set of regrets, I'm prepared to live with, and depending on which, for how long.

But I think you are right. So often "Can't" should be substituted for "won't". I certainly have used it in other areas of my life many, many times.

You know, now that I think about it one of the elements I'm trying to explore in my writing (up to chapter 5 now) is the protagonist's insistance that she "can't".

She says "I can't" a lot, in her internal dialog as well as in dealing with the idea that she has to tell her new friend the truth, that she's been weaving a tangled web that just keeps getting thicker the more she goes along with it.

One of my own greatest doubts is that because I can point to a specific point in my childhood and say 'This is where it started', that it was more psychological/developmental/behavioral, or if I would have turned out this way eventually anyway.

I wanted to write more here, but it's just not coming out the way I want it to sound, so I'll go ahead and stop there for now. :-)

All my best,
~Zoe T.


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Bone-chilling repressed memory

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I don't even know where this came from. I was typing along at a good clip, with a page and a half already down, when I suddenly remembered a conversation that was the beginning of the end for my last serious relationship years ago.

I remember we were talking about how if I ever decided to transition, it would affect our relationship.

She told me point blank, that she'd never speak to me again if I did.

She had, up to this point, professed an undying and unconditional acceptance, but that not only cracked, but shattered that facade into a million pieces. Our relationship wasn't really stable anyway, but after that it went straight to hell.

More for me to chew on, anyway...

Back to the grind.


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*walks over to you*

*hugs*

I know who I am, I am me, and I like me ^^
Bisexual, transsexual, gamer girl, princess, furry that writes horror stories and proud ^^

I know who I am, I am me, and I like me ^^
Transgender, Gamer, Little, Princess, Therian and proud :D

Rock and hard place

I've gone though denial and purging so many times that I'm worn out. Depression and mental exhaustion from all of the pretending have beaten me down. I finally said enough. If I want to live, I have to deal with it not hope it will go away. You know, what Einstein said about doing the same thing over and over again hoping for a different result.

This journey is different for us all, but is also so much the same. I wasted so much time, energy, and money trying to distract myself from what I was feeling, I let life pass me by. I'm reasonably intelligent but never could concentrate enough to find a worthwhile career. Hard to do when you're so busy trying to pretend something you're not.

Like Carol said the doubt is a terrible thing. My self-image was a shambles. I really let myself go and am now starting to pay the price. Trying to turn things around is very hard, but there is no other choice. Worse I think was the mess I made trying to pretend. I had a set of 'cheat sheet' responses I used to try and get by. Sometimes they worked and sometimes I hurt someone by my blindness. Rage, anger, and self-destructive behavior is old news to me. Drinking and smoking, no. But eating yourself to death is still using that D word.

Sounds like you have a start with finding someone to talk to that you trust. If that doesn't work out don't stop there! Find someone else if you have to. None of this is easy, but knowing that you're not alone is a priceless gift I've only in the last few years discovered.

Live well and be happy Zoe!

Big hugs!

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Well, emailing back and forth with Mr. H. I was at least right that he genuinely wants to help, though at the same time I still think I'm going to have to continue looking for a therapist who's experienced with this sort of thing. Unfortunately where I live, those have been hard to come by, but I've resolved that I have to at least keep trying.

This weekend has been a revelation for me. When I woke up earlier, the absolute first thing on my mind was "Okay, now how do you feel about all this?"

I'm not ready to admit the answer to that question yet, but I think I've taken a step closer to no longer denying it.


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I Have A Link For You Zoe

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I have a link for you Zoe. It is www.drbecky.com. She has listings for therapists by State and other links to resources. That is where I found my therapist. Hope that helps.

Hugs,

Jen

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Unfortunately

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Unfortunately, the ones listed are several hour drives in either direction, and I don't have a reliable way to get to either of the 'big cities' :( But I'm not going to give up hope. I haven't come this far just to quit now just because of a little technicality like that.

... Actually, I think that's just another in a long and complicated list of my problems right now. I'm living with the folks in a *very* small rural community. The nearest civilization is a 45 minute drive, and the big cities are at least 2, if not 3 hour drives.

I've wanted to get out of here for years, but I didn't want to just make the snap decision and take off to some bigger city without some sort of plan.


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Writing again

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I've found a way to hone all of my angst into a force for a story. I'm reviving the very first project I started when I started posting here.

The difference is that this time, I'm not avoiding conflict. I think that subconsciously my writing suffered because the conflict my main character was facing was the same conflict I was facing. After this weekend I'm not afraid to face it in my fiction anymore. I have some wonderful ideas for where I want the story to begin and conclude, and how I want the protagonist to get there.

The only thing I worry about is that it's going to be several chapters before I revisit the initial "hook". I'm using a kind of story-within-a-story model, where it opens on something traumatic, then a flashback to how things got to this point, and finally resolving the traumatic opening.

I just worry about annoying readers, making them wait so long to find out what's going to happen to her ;-)


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Bailey Summers I think it's

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I think it's a good thing for authors to imprint a lot of their personal baggage/issues into characters because you get it out of your system and onto paper/screen where you can look at things differently. We get to see you write about a character that can be identified with. If she gets to resolve her problems then maybe life can imitate art.

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