It's Complicated

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In many ways, this post is an extension of yesterday's post.

In it, I attempted to write about the connection (or lack of it) between members of the transgender or cross-dressing communities. What continues to amaze me on many levels is how complicated the outside world does not see in our world. So many in the world still think all we have to do to "solve" our gender problems is as simple as not putting on a dress for transgender women, or a pair of pants for a transgender man. Granted, it is very difficult to explain what is going on in our own gender challenged minds. How could I explain my desires to others, when I could not explain it to myself. Back in those days, there were not even therapists available who had any knowledge in the gender field to provide any help.

In the meantime, I internalized all my feelings and dreams of being a transgender woman someday, much to the detriment of my own already fragile mental health. My problem was (among many) I was naive and did not realize how complicated my genders were. I had no workbook to study from. Being completely on my own, forced me into making many mistakes I did not foresee coming as I followed a curvy gender path. The only woman I sought guidance from, withheld any significant advice, basically because she just clashed with and did not like my inner feminine self which was trying to emerge. 

What I did then was move past my wife and discover what my new world as a transgender woman had in store for me. All of it was difficult in the worst way when my old male self-ganged up on me. Both of them were losing traction on claiming my world and resented it on so many levels. It stayed so complicated because I loved my wife deeply and we had built a twenty-five-year marriage often on the ashes of my gender conflicts. When I was down and out emotionally, my wife was the first to bear the brunt of my frustrations. I knew I was wrong, but there was nothing I could do to battle my overwhelmingly frequent desires to being a woman. In fact, when my second wife was still alive, I was very actively exploring the world as a transgender woman. Primarily to discover, if I could survive at all.

My explorations proved what I suspected all along. Women lived a very layered and complicated existence and being able to join in at mid-stride would not be easy. Similar to attempting to jump on a very fast moving merry go round without it slowing down. Once I found myself on the feminine ride, I was given a chance to really learn and absorb what a woman's life was all about as my brain was rewired to survive. What amazed me was how quickly I was welcomed into a woman's world as one of their own. The worst which happened to me was when I was gently laughed at by my new cisgendered women friends when they said, welcome to our world. Which I was overwhelmingly happy to be a part of.

Ironically, if I was prepared or not, I entered a world much more complicated than the gender conflicted world I left. Plus, what happened was, the more I grew into my new world of transgender womanhood, I grew away from my wife. Before she unexpectedly passed away, it became obvious our marriage was doomed to at the worst being a total split, to at the best living as two women on their own. One-way or another, fate decided the question for me.

In many ways, I wonder if I had ever imagined such a complicated journey through life was going to be in store for me. I guess at the least, I could say, life was never boring as I suffered from being the round peg being forced into the wrong square hole. My reward was being able to say I learned how both sides of the binary genders lived, and I could choose which one I wanted to live as.

It's Complicated

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To begin with, I would like to mention a comment I received from "Pammie". In essence she challenged my daughter and son in law's idea of me earning a "Mother's Day" title. Pammie is the mother of four and I completely understand her position. I simply said, I did not seek out the title and I was not bragging. Being bestowed with what I consider the highest honor possible is amazing and I cherish it .Thanks for the comment which brings me to the subject of this post.

Anyway you cut it, being transgender is the ultimate in living a complicated life. It's no wonder many "civilians"  in the world don't understand what a trans person is when we often don't understand it ourselves. I know it took me years to come to a conclusion I was transgender and what it meant. Obviously when I did come to the conclusion I had been avoiding all my life, I needed to explain I was transgender to those closest to me. Destiny seemed to follow me once again (as it so often did) when I was completely accepted by some and totally rejected by others. More precisely, my daughter came out as a fierce ally and on the other hand, an embarrassing rejection from my only sibling, a younger brother. Essentially, he sold me out to appease his right-wing religious in-laws. I knew it was coming, so I moved on and haven't seen him in over a decade.

The problem is each gender's life is considered to be a given to the lucky majority who never question it. To the unlucky minority who for whatever reason we don't often know, we are stuck trying to determine which gender we are. Even to the point of accepting a relatively new term called "gender fluid." If the term had been around during my youth, it would have solved so many issues I went through. All the days I woke up wondering if I was a boy or a girl could be put behind me. 

Then it comes to the basic point of telling other humans of our plight, it becomes very complicated. How do you even attempt to explain your transgender needs to an elderly parent such as I did, or a family worth of offspring who have always viewed you a certain way. A way you carefully crafted all those years to hide your deepest darkest secret. You are not and never were the gender you appeared to be. I know life throws you many unexpected challenges and I am biased but I can't think of anything else which is so complicated to explain. 

Years ago, when my daughter was struggling with her oldest child coming out as transgender to her. One day she said to me how did I know I was trans and then answered her own question by saying I had always known. Which was true, I had always known something was different about me. I just didn't know how to express it. It seemed to be so unfair to me when I needed to address my complicated issues surrounding my gender which my friends did not have to face. 

Over the years and especially when I started blogging, I did expect push back on my transgender ideas but have received relatively few. One of the best comments I can recall when a person called me just another old guy on hormones. I received quite a  chuckle from that. I laughed because once again I had encountered another person who did not understand how complicated our lives are. Most don't understand it is a life time of effort to transition into another gender. For example no one understands in order not to back track on how I perceive myself as a transgender woman, I need to be on gender affirming hormones for life.

Of course I would be remiss if I didn't mention the end of life situations trans people face. I am fortunate to have several transgender allies in my life so I don't have to worry about having my gender questioned at death. One way or another, the entire death process represents the complicated life we face.