As July 15th nears, have started praying earnestly for God to reveal His will to me. If not dead by then, will need a new way to live. The dysphoria has not diminshed with the passage of time. Would like to fulfill my role as husband and parent, but present life is not sustainable.
Still have a hard time believing gender identity could change so dramatically, so I'm inclined to believe I have been female all along. Q: What happens when you put a female spirit -- a docile one at that -- in a male body and bring them up as a boy? A: They think they are a boy! That is, until the cracks start appearing.
My present state of mind is similar to Jennifer Ann Burnett's leading up to her decision to transition (written from the Divine perspective):
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It seemed to her that I had withdrawn my daily grace to continue living the masculine role I had asked her to resume so long ago. She found it increasingly difficult to get up every morning and she longed for death rather than to live so onerous a life. She began "passively" trying to kill herself, overeating and ballooning up to 236 lbs on her 68" frame. Her blood pressure and cholesterol soared. But she did not care, for she just wanted her life to end and be set free from the daily torture of trying to be someone she was not.
That Fall, on September 29th, during one of her repeated prayers to Me to just take her life, even as she contemplated running her truck into the freeway abutment to "gracefully" exit this world (in a manner that others would assume was an accident), I came to her in My overwhelming Presence. In the midst of her agitation and hopelessness, I spoke the words that she had so longed to hear but never thought would come, "Jennifer, it is your time".
Not sure what answer I'm looking for. Death would be convenient. Divorce would be sad. Transition is a scary thought. But my present mode of living is a mockery of life.
Occurred to me I haven't been able to picture myself growing old as a man for quite some time now.
While sitting here at my desk listening to music, just burst into tears realizing who/what I am (TS). "Your life as you have known it is no longer an option. You are a confused female married to a straight female. You have to figure out a way to survive."
Decided to start taking DHEA and 5-HTP again, for tears are coming too easily. (Sleep has also been poor because of emotional upheaval.) I don't mind tears, but they would betray me. Wife would realize I'm not "cured." As it is, she noticed how stuffy I sounded over the weekend.
Terri
ADDENDUM (rant?): Why is present living so hard?
1. Would like to tell son about gender issues, but that is verboten -- immediate grounds for divorce.
2. I feel like an actor on the rare occasions when wife and I have sex. "What am I doing?!" My orientation has changed to a degree. I don't initiate love-making because "I have that crappy equipment down there" and refuse to look at it erect.
3. Happily feeling normal (i.e., female) until catching sight of some part of my body which contradicts such feelings: armpit hair, leg hair, etc.
4. The unending obsession with gender. One cannot escape gender, so when one has problems with it, one's entire life is affected.
5. Having to keep all of this secret -- even from my wife.
6. Although medications help some aspects, I end up feeling dead emotionally, simply going thru the motions.
7. Hopelessness: the only known cure (i.e., transition) is devastating to everything dear. This opening post on this thread cited the hopelessness for sufferers of GID, including Christians. That's where I was in September 2005 and I'm there today.
There's also the pain of things which can't be changed:
1. Never got to be a mother.
2. Missing the childhood I could have had as a girl.
3. Sadness/pathos of GID: mismatched mind and body -- an emotional landmine lurking to destroy one's life at some point. (Better if one can discover it before marriage.)
4. All of the various "inappropriate" longings I fought against throughout my life.
I would never have believed it could be this painful and out of one's control if it hadn't happened to me.