Class Reunion?

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Have you ever attended a class reunion as your new transgender self?

I haven't and don't plan on going to one now, so I haven't. In fact, several years ago, I resisted a temptation to accept an invitation to my fiftieth year high school reunion. I had several reasons for hiding out and not attending the reunion. 

The main reason was, I didn't particularly have many friends when I was in school. I just had transferred into the school and had a difficult time making any sort of real friends since I was so shy. I was especially backwards around girls and didn't have my first date until well into my junior year. So I didn't have anyone I really wanted to see after all the time which had went by. I felt if the overwhelmingly majority, of the students I went to school with back in the day didn't want to deal with me in school, why would they want to deal with me now.

Another main factor in me not going to the reunion was I didn't want to be viewed as some sort of a side show since I figured I would be the only transgender participant who attended. Plus my Mom was a very popular teacher at the school I went to, so I was afraid more of the people who attended the reunion would remember me for her and not the other way around. And as far as those who would be possibly wowed at the change in me would be few and far between because (as I said) they didn't remember anyhow. 

I was fortunate the committee which was set up to try and find all of my classmates ended up doing a terrible job locating me. In the smallish medium sized town I lived in, I owned and operated my own restaurant plus managed one of the biggest/most popular chain food locations in town for years. Along the way also, I was president of a well known civic organization which hosted many events and the committee couldn't  even "find" me. They even placed ads in the local newspaper looking for me among the others who hadn't signed up to attend. 

To make a long story short, I didn't see going to a class reunion was worth  outing myself to a group of people I did not really know. The potential transgender day of visibility was not going to happen. Not on that day at least.

Potentially, if I live that long, I will be invited again to other milestone high school class reunions. We will see at the time if my thoughts towards going will change at all. I doubt it because I still carry the grudges with me towards my former classmates, If they did not not want to know me then, why would they want to know me now... Transgender or not. 

The Power of Pain

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 Perhaps you have heard of the expression "What doesn't kill you will only make you stronger". Most certainly it is easy to equate the quote with being transgender. 

As we go through life as a trans woman or trans man, our upbringing follows us. If you suffer from gender dysphoria as I did, or not, very few of us escape the torment of our lifetime of taking a long gender journey. A journey which presents new challenges at every turn. First of all, we have to deal with the challenge of perfecting our appearance so we can attempt to go out in public at all, As I write about often, I went through severe challenges before I learned the hard way I needed to dress myself to blend rather than excite. 

Once I learned those hard lessons, I was able to move on to even more challenging moments in my male to female gender transition. The pain I was experiencing led me rather quickly to another big fork in the road when it came to living in a woman's world. What I needed to learn to be able to play in the girl's sandbox was to be able to understand how women communicated between themselves. I needed to adjust to living in a largely passive aggressive system in order to survive and even flourish. Also, I needed to learn what women were really trying to say when I was attempting to make it successfully in a system they were good at and I was still a novice trying to learn. 

Many times I didn't escape the pain when I was backstabbed or clawed in the back by another woman I thought accepted me. It wasn't until I found a small group of women friends who accepted me for who I really was and didn't use it against me. At the same time I learned from my friends the basics of learning to validate myself without a man and more precisely accept myself on my own terms. Sadly I still had my own share of pain. Then I experienced even more pain when I entered  the dark time of my life. Somehow it seemed I had to lose nearly everything else to gain my time to emerge as my true self. Truly a time of intense rediscovery and finally I was able to move on regardless of the pain I felt. I needed to take the difficult step to learning to trust myself again as a totally new person in the world.

Looking back at the painful dark portion of my life, I think I very much was able to emerge as a better person.  The biggest positive was I had the opportunity to live as a functioning member of both of the two binary genders. In fact, for awhile I found myself advising other women on communication problems they were having with their men. I was humbled and flattered to be included in their thoughts but still thought there was better advice to be had than mine. 

I guess, in the end result ,pain is what you make of it. Very few humans escape real pain as it is built into our lives anyhow as we all experience death. However it seems, being transgender brings even more pain to lives which don't deserve it. It is one of the reasons our trans selves have molded ourselves into such a resilient tribe.

Why When How

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It's been awhile but every now and then someone asks me how I knew I was transgender. 

The question should be when did I accept the fact I always knew deep down but refused to accept...I was born to be feminine and could not rest until I achieved my goal. In fact, I tried to hide my goal from myself for the largest part of my life.

Even though I was forced to pursue such ultra macho activities such as playing sports, working on cars and completing my military obligations, I made it through. Like so many others, I was drafted into the Army but ended up serving three years instead of two to have a better chance of not going to Vietnam to war. I was honorably discharged in 1975 and would proceed to become a father for the first and only time in 1976. Through it all, I tried my best to ignore my biggest inner truth by trying to drink and run away from the fact I was transgender. 

When I gave my male self his best shot to succeed the more I became increasingly miserable. All the drunken nights did nothing to relieve my gender tension the next day. The only time it did help was when I came out to a close group of friends as a transvestite as a cross dresser was known back in those days. Fortunately for the rest of my Army "career" nobody outed me any further which would have resulted in an immediate dishonorable discharge.

As October and another Halloween is upon us, it is time to focus in on how important the day was to become to me. Halloween proved to be the beginning of my "when" on my path to coming out as a transgender woman. As I will pass along in future Cyrsti's Condo posts, I will detail how important Halloween became to me. In the meantime when started to become so real when I was thinking about my future and how it meshed with the possibility I was transgender. Even though I was working on the when, I still didn't have much of an idea of why I was facing my gender issues at all. At the time I was subjected to extreme bouts of gender dysphoria when sometimes the mirror showed me my old male self and others when it showed me glimpses of my inner feminine self. 

As I moved on, the "how" of what I was trying to accomplish began to weigh heavily on me. After all, I had a lot to potentially lose if I attempted a male to female gender transition. What about my family, friends and finances when my life faced such a radical change. To say the least, the how was very intimidating. What happened was the doors to change opened wide due to lifestyle changes I could in no way predict.

In the short space of two years, my second wife suddenly passed away. Since she was the major force in not starting hormone replacement therapy, I could now research if I could do it. Ironically, soon after I was approved health wise by a doctor, the Veterans' Administration healthcare system which I was a part of began to approve and administer hormones to trans veterans. As far as family went, my only daughter became my biggest ally while I lost all contact with my only brother. And the final how took care of itself when I was able to take advantage of early Social Security retirement. So I didn't have to worry about coming out at work. So almost all the why, when and how's were in place, except the why which I have never quite figured out to this day. Truthfully, I probably never will. 

The whole gender process was just something I was born with and should have come to grips with much earlier in life. If I did, I could have saved myself countless hours of stress and thoughts over why I had to be the one who was different. Once I arrived with the knowledge I was different, I embraced it all and moved on to a better future. 

Finally, I don't say it nearly enough but thanks to all of you who read and comment on all of my posts. Your participation makes it all worthwhile to me.