Metamorphosis
Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 2:30 am
Hi girls,
I have been down in the dumps the last few days. And I am not really sure why. I read one of Julie M's posts and just burst into tears, I could so relate to her pain and her joy.
I have talked about a feeling of being in a free fall, where I am falling into a black hole and I don't know how long I will be falling, and I don't know where I will land, yet I must believe that I am going to land on my feet. I guess the uneasyness of the fall is really starting to get to me.
I know I am in a transitional time in my life. I know that the uncertainty of these times have always made me weary. I have always been a Type A personality. Decide what you want to do, find out how to do it, then do it. I am sure many of you can see that I have applied this same methodology to what is going on in my life right now.
Ok, I am a crossdresser, Get counseling. Learn from counseling that I must accept myself, and love myself. Identify needs. Extrapolate path to aquire means of fullfilling needs.
But hold on? There is no path. I must make my own path. Path to where? Well? I need to be accepted. I live in a great place for this. California has got to be one of the most accepting places in the USA. I can go out dressed anywhere, and get treated really well. Not once has anyone made me regret being out dressed.
I need to feel loved. Well, this is kind of tough. The love of my life walked out on me. My brother who was my best friend, business partner, and confident, has also walked out on me, telling me that I may not come to his house dresssed, and further that I betrayed him by keeping this a secret about myself all these years. I have long been estranged from my parents. I only recently started talking to one of my older sisters, and one of my older brothers, I had been estranged from all of them, four sisters, and two brothers, not including the one who recently broke ties with me.
So basically, everyone that I ever thought loved me, besides my kids, has turned thier back on me. My daughter, 21 left and lives with my wife and her boyfriend, although she claims it is just a matter of convenience because now she only lives a few miles from her boyfriend, and before it was over 100 miles keeping them apart. She says that she has not taken sides, and loves me just the same, and I beleive her, although it really hurts me that she lives with my wife and her boyfriend.
My youngest son wants to live with whoever he is with, when he is with me, he wants to live with me, but misses his mother terribly, as you might expect a 10 year old boy, who is the baby of the family. He loves me, but he has not yet come to the age where he identifies with me as a man, and now coming out, perhaps never will. In any event, it is clear that he does not want this divorce. He askes me hypothetical questions about what terms I would get back together with his mother, all the time. I remember at that age thinking my parents getting divorced would be the end of the world.
My 13 year old, and my 17 year old have both made it clear that they want to live with me. They are both very angry at thier mother. I have encouraged both of them to remember that she is always going to be thier mother, and that having experienced being estranged from my own mother, that this is a very bad thing. I have told them it is ok to be angry, but that they must remember to also plan on forgiving her, when she takes the actions she needs to, so they can. I remind them that my fight with her, is not their fight, and I can take care of myself in this regard, and that I know with absolute certainty, that she loves them very much.
So here I am. A "type A" personality, with no plan. I have no earthly idea how I am going to find happiness, acceptance, and love. I know, many of you are saying, "you already have that in your children", and yes I do. But children are different, they feel an obligation to accept, and as they come into thier own, and meet new people, and perhaps the loves of thier lives, perhaps this will change. Perhaps thier SO will not be so accepting, and not want to be around me, or want thier children to be around me. This is not paranoia, this is a real possibility.
My children are going to grow up, and leave and go out into the world and live thier lives. It is not like they are going to be with me everyday, and I must accept that possibility that as they come into thier own, they may not accept my view of the world, and indeed shun me. It is not like I have not had others who proclaimed to love me turn thier back on me. In fact, so far more have than have not.
All of this has got me thinking about how I will fullfill my needs. And I realized that I still have not come to terms with myself. I have not accepted the basic premise that only I can make me happy. I am still holding up my "male" shield to hide that fact that I am really scared about what the future holds for me. That I don't have a plan, and don't know where to find a plan, and I don't know how to carry out that plan even if I did have it.
I am absolutely not sure about anything. I wake up dreading each new day, wishing it were over, as soon as it starts. Not having a plan to me is like just wasting my life. Why worry about anything, because nothing matters anyway. Do what you need to do, when you need to do it. Don't worry about anything, don't think about anything, because nothing is going to happen right now anyway, because I don't even know what I want, much less how to get it.
I really just don't know how to come to terms with all of this. There are so many views here, and so many people coping in so many different ways. Who's to say what is right or what is wrong? We all only know for ourselves, and I don't know for myself, so I am stuck. I feel like some time just has to pass. I don't want to leap before I look. But waiting is killing me. But I really don't see anything else I can do, because I know I am in transition. I am not what I was, but I also am not what I am going to be.
I hope someone out there has something to say about all of this. Even the slightest comfort would mean a lot to me. I don't need a light at the end of the tunnel, just a reassurance that there is a end of the tunnel. That I am going to break out into light, and start to see things how they are. I feel like I am in a metamorphisis.
Love always,
Elizabeth
I have been down in the dumps the last few days. And I am not really sure why. I read one of Julie M's posts and just burst into tears, I could so relate to her pain and her joy.
I have talked about a feeling of being in a free fall, where I am falling into a black hole and I don't know how long I will be falling, and I don't know where I will land, yet I must believe that I am going to land on my feet. I guess the uneasyness of the fall is really starting to get to me.
I know I am in a transitional time in my life. I know that the uncertainty of these times have always made me weary. I have always been a Type A personality. Decide what you want to do, find out how to do it, then do it. I am sure many of you can see that I have applied this same methodology to what is going on in my life right now.
Ok, I am a crossdresser, Get counseling. Learn from counseling that I must accept myself, and love myself. Identify needs. Extrapolate path to aquire means of fullfilling needs.
But hold on? There is no path. I must make my own path. Path to where? Well? I need to be accepted. I live in a great place for this. California has got to be one of the most accepting places in the USA. I can go out dressed anywhere, and get treated really well. Not once has anyone made me regret being out dressed.
I need to feel loved. Well, this is kind of tough. The love of my life walked out on me. My brother who was my best friend, business partner, and confident, has also walked out on me, telling me that I may not come to his house dresssed, and further that I betrayed him by keeping this a secret about myself all these years. I have long been estranged from my parents. I only recently started talking to one of my older sisters, and one of my older brothers, I had been estranged from all of them, four sisters, and two brothers, not including the one who recently broke ties with me.
So basically, everyone that I ever thought loved me, besides my kids, has turned thier back on me. My daughter, 21 left and lives with my wife and her boyfriend, although she claims it is just a matter of convenience because now she only lives a few miles from her boyfriend, and before it was over 100 miles keeping them apart. She says that she has not taken sides, and loves me just the same, and I beleive her, although it really hurts me that she lives with my wife and her boyfriend.
My youngest son wants to live with whoever he is with, when he is with me, he wants to live with me, but misses his mother terribly, as you might expect a 10 year old boy, who is the baby of the family. He loves me, but he has not yet come to the age where he identifies with me as a man, and now coming out, perhaps never will. In any event, it is clear that he does not want this divorce. He askes me hypothetical questions about what terms I would get back together with his mother, all the time. I remember at that age thinking my parents getting divorced would be the end of the world.
My 13 year old, and my 17 year old have both made it clear that they want to live with me. They are both very angry at thier mother. I have encouraged both of them to remember that she is always going to be thier mother, and that having experienced being estranged from my own mother, that this is a very bad thing. I have told them it is ok to be angry, but that they must remember to also plan on forgiving her, when she takes the actions she needs to, so they can. I remind them that my fight with her, is not their fight, and I can take care of myself in this regard, and that I know with absolute certainty, that she loves them very much.
So here I am. A "type A" personality, with no plan. I have no earthly idea how I am going to find happiness, acceptance, and love. I know, many of you are saying, "you already have that in your children", and yes I do. But children are different, they feel an obligation to accept, and as they come into thier own, and meet new people, and perhaps the loves of thier lives, perhaps this will change. Perhaps thier SO will not be so accepting, and not want to be around me, or want thier children to be around me. This is not paranoia, this is a real possibility.
My children are going to grow up, and leave and go out into the world and live thier lives. It is not like they are going to be with me everyday, and I must accept that possibility that as they come into thier own, they may not accept my view of the world, and indeed shun me. It is not like I have not had others who proclaimed to love me turn thier back on me. In fact, so far more have than have not.
All of this has got me thinking about how I will fullfill my needs. And I realized that I still have not come to terms with myself. I have not accepted the basic premise that only I can make me happy. I am still holding up my "male" shield to hide that fact that I am really scared about what the future holds for me. That I don't have a plan, and don't know where to find a plan, and I don't know how to carry out that plan even if I did have it.
I am absolutely not sure about anything. I wake up dreading each new day, wishing it were over, as soon as it starts. Not having a plan to me is like just wasting my life. Why worry about anything, because nothing matters anyway. Do what you need to do, when you need to do it. Don't worry about anything, don't think about anything, because nothing is going to happen right now anyway, because I don't even know what I want, much less how to get it.
I really just don't know how to come to terms with all of this. There are so many views here, and so many people coping in so many different ways. Who's to say what is right or what is wrong? We all only know for ourselves, and I don't know for myself, so I am stuck. I feel like some time just has to pass. I don't want to leap before I look. But waiting is killing me. But I really don't see anything else I can do, because I know I am in transition. I am not what I was, but I also am not what I am going to be.
I hope someone out there has something to say about all of this. Even the slightest comfort would mean a lot to me. I don't need a light at the end of the tunnel, just a reassurance that there is a end of the tunnel. That I am going to break out into light, and start to see things how they are. I feel like I am in a metamorphisis.
Love always,
Elizabeth
