Hey everyone, first time posting. Hoping there are others with similar experiences who can share insight, but at minimum I want to put my thoughts down.
I [29MtF] am pre-everything, but have accepted I am trans for the last 4 years with the understanding I would never transition. Continuing to live as a man in spite of myself seemed realistic. My dysphoria was never really that bad, so even though the idea of being a woman was amazing, I could always push it aside easily and continue with my life.
Sure, I would have bad days where dysphoria would get me down, thinking things like:
“Why can’t I look like her? Why does it have to be such a big deal if I want to transition? Why would so many people hate me for being who I want to be?”
But as always, these times would come and go. I could grin and bear it, pressing on to another day.
My wife of 6 years is fantastic. I love her more than the day we were married, and we have a child on the way. In the past, I have been open with her about my general preference towards femininity. While she accepts this and loves me for it, I have never properly told her I think of myself as transgender. She and I both come from a background where being trans is considered wrong, and I know she still thinks that even though we are both supporting and accepting of our LGBTQ+ friends.
In the last year, one of my closest childhood friends told me he was gay. He and I regularly get drinks together, and mostly tell each other everything. When he came out to me, I told him I was trans. We have both been able to support each other, mostly as confidants while he deals with backlash from his family. I wish I could tell my wife as easily as I told my friend, but obviously that has more potential consequences.
The more time passes with me accepting who I am inside, the more natural it becomes to think of myself that way. This unfortunately has made dysphoria a more frequent and intense experience.
Additionally, there have been a handful of incredibly euphoric experiences I have had in the last year. My wife and I cosplayed a lesbian couple at a con this summer, which was the first time I dressed femme in public. Also, with my wife’s pregnancy, I have been wearing some of her maternity clothes (shorts, sweatpants) around the house since those fit me surprisingly well. (Also justice for all of my hoodies she has claimed over the years)
I know for certain that transitioning would sever ties with almost all of my family and friends. Further, my wife would have a difficult time deciding what our future together would look like, assuming it continued at all. Despite her open mindedness, our shared religious beliefs would ultimately inform the outcome.
I wish it wasn’t so hard to keep pretending. I’m just so tired.
Edit: Update
Before I came out, I was absolutely convinced that family would never accept me. I was raised in an extremely conservative Christian household and my family still is. My parents struggled a fair bit to accept it but now a year later, they’re pretty good about name and pronouns. My mom was faster than my dad who didn’t really talk to me for a few months after. Extended family was so much better than expected as well and only my grandfather has rejected me, which my dad will never do anything about. He keeps to himself about any anti-trans feelings he has and I know he doesn’t fully accept it but that’s still a much better outcome than I ever expected.
Sometimes things go better than we fear. I suppressed for almost 10 years because of fears of familial rejection but there comes a point that we just can’t deny ourselves anymore. I hope you’re able to transition and keep everything you want but sometimes the pain of not being able to be ourselves is too much no matter how hard we try.
This resonates with me also because some of my more distant family has already estranged themselves over the last few years for completely unrelated reasons. I want to help keep people together, but it’s ultimately not up to me if they want to stay close.