Personal, Transgender

And Now A Word From The Author

Its been awhile since I wore something personal, mostly because  most of what I might have said was the same things I have said so often throughout the years and if we were honest, I think most of us became tired of such things a long time ago. (at least I know I did.)

The problem was I knew deep down what I needed to do to move forward in my life yet the was always something holding me back. Something I been fighting my entire life but of which I did not speak enough. Not to friends, family, or you.

Mental illness… depression, anxiety, PTSD and all the things which come with them.

Thinking about it, I have to say depression is the hardest to deal with. It makes everything ten times harder; leaving me feeling as though nothing matters, that nothing will change, no matter how much I might wish for it to be otherwise. How difficult it can be to simply get out of bed each morning or how many times it has put beck there, often without being able to say why. The feeling of being weighed  down by a soaking wet blanket you cannot escape. Struggling in darkness, heat, and a closeness which leaves you feeling almost claustrophobic.

Then there is the anxiety eating through me like an acid and leaving me shaken and weak. Many times I’m not sure what might trigger it, a thought, a feeling, even the ringing of the telephone. Sometimes it’s a memory or someone using my birth name. Sometimes it’s being within sight of another person, sometimes shaking hands. It can be almost anything and anytime.

The PTSD may be the most difficult thing to explain to anyone who not had to deal with it. So much of what it entails seems so common place, so insignificant, it’s understandable why someone might think you’re over reacting or making it all up. 

For me, just being around men can set it off or having someone walking too close behind me. Being surprised by someone or imagining there might be someone just out of sight or worst yet, by the flicker of a shadow out of the corner of my eye.

Worst of all are the thoughts I will finish this life not as who I am but as people insist on seeing me. To have my birth name used on my obituary. To have everything I have become, who I have become, simply dismissed.

In fact it was this final thought which haunted me most of all over the past two years. Years in which I flipped back and forth between moving forward in my transition and giving up. It has been the root of my thoughts of everything being pointless, of how , when everything was said and done, nothing will have changed. Knowing I will live and die in a body which tells nothing of who or what I was, am, had dreamed of becoming. 

 

 

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3 thoughts on “And Now A Word From The Author

  1. I’m so sorry you are going through this. One way of assuring your name is on your head stone is to have it written in your will. What you’re going through doesn’t seem that out of line, since we live in an unforgiving and prison like culture that expects all of us to act in certain ways. But people with courage and the need to be themselves are changing everything. I can understand your fear. Men are always dangerous, so don’t think of that as a sickness, but as a reality that almost all women feel everyday of their lives. I hope you feel better.

  2. I cannot tell you how to live your life. I cannot tell you what transitioning or not transitioning will do for you.

    You have this fear that “when everything was said and done, nothing will have changed”. I can tell you that, for me, once I transitioned, everything changed. My life is not perfect. There are still family who reject me years later and I can’t change that. That is on them. But for me, transitioning was liberating. It was transformational. It made the world a different and new place, to be sought out and explored and shared.

    I can’t tell you what the right or wrong answer is, for you. I just know what was the right answer for me.

    Much love to you, Kira, no matter what you ultimately choose.

    • One thing I have realized is who I truly am comes through regardless. Maybe, when the day is done nothing will have really changed and if that’s the case, then so be it. There is nothing I can do or would do to change who I am inside.

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