Walking that mile in someone else's shoes...
Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 1:24 pm
I’m not a parent—that is, I don’t have any biological children. My girlfriend has two daughters, both teenagers. I cook for them, pick them up at school, and make the beds when they’re coming over for the weekend. I like having them around. Yet I know that my experience of Kim and Tiffany is coming from a practical side. LeeAnne’s experience of them is from the heart, and there’s a connection that she has with them that I can only guess at. I listen to her talk, and I can tell how important these two girls are to her. “Important” is putting it mildly. She would lay her life down in a second for them.
Yet I have some glimpse of this kind of feeling when I think about my other self, the woman I present to the world now and again. I see her as this wonderful being, but unless someone else has a similar experience, how they be expected to understand? I’m thinking of wives and partners, but there are also members here who don’t have a femme feeling about themselves when they dress. My friends and family may love me and have the best intentions toward me, but they don’t want to hear about what’s it like to be my other self. They just don’t. I can’t blame them for this, and I can’t make the girl self go away. So we have a stalemate of sorts. And I know it’s much more complicated and painful when it’s a spouse that’s involved.
Jon Carroll is a columnist for our local paper, and he writes about many subjects. However, if he writes about his two cats, he gets a strong reaction. People either love or hate his cat columns. So he labels them, “Here’s another cat column,” or, “Warning: cat column,” or some other tip-off.
Sometimes I feel like I need to label my posts: “Warning: another ‘Oh how amazing’ post.”
I have strong feelings about wanting to experience things for myself whenever possible. I want to honestly say, “I know how you feel. I’ve been there; I’ve done that.” I don’t know how I could easily be with a transsexual partner if I hadn’t experienced becoming the other gender myself. I know it’s possible for people to understand without going there, but I’m saying that it would be much more difficult for me.
I'm not going to give examples of all I've done to live this out, because many of the examples are extreme, and would pull attention away from the focus of this thread. I suppose I can say that going out as a woman was part of this need to become another person, and see things through their eyes.
To sum up: I recognize how tough it can be to deal with someone else’s all-consuming passion, when your own access to it is limited, unavailable, or blocked by negative feelings. I wish I had better answers for spouses, family, and friends, as to how to deal with this.
Yet I have some glimpse of this kind of feeling when I think about my other self, the woman I present to the world now and again. I see her as this wonderful being, but unless someone else has a similar experience, how they be expected to understand? I’m thinking of wives and partners, but there are also members here who don’t have a femme feeling about themselves when they dress. My friends and family may love me and have the best intentions toward me, but they don’t want to hear about what’s it like to be my other self. They just don’t. I can’t blame them for this, and I can’t make the girl self go away. So we have a stalemate of sorts. And I know it’s much more complicated and painful when it’s a spouse that’s involved.
Jon Carroll is a columnist for our local paper, and he writes about many subjects. However, if he writes about his two cats, he gets a strong reaction. People either love or hate his cat columns. So he labels them, “Here’s another cat column,” or, “Warning: cat column,” or some other tip-off.
Sometimes I feel like I need to label my posts: “Warning: another ‘Oh how amazing’ post.”
I have strong feelings about wanting to experience things for myself whenever possible. I want to honestly say, “I know how you feel. I’ve been there; I’ve done that.” I don’t know how I could easily be with a transsexual partner if I hadn’t experienced becoming the other gender myself. I know it’s possible for people to understand without going there, but I’m saying that it would be much more difficult for me.
I'm not going to give examples of all I've done to live this out, because many of the examples are extreme, and would pull attention away from the focus of this thread. I suppose I can say that going out as a woman was part of this need to become another person, and see things through their eyes.
To sum up: I recognize how tough it can be to deal with someone else’s all-consuming passion, when your own access to it is limited, unavailable, or blocked by negative feelings. I wish I had better answers for spouses, family, and friends, as to how to deal with this.