re: progress report from Karen
Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2005 12:15 am
Hi, all. Haven't posted for awhile, but I'm still here...and doing better than before. Just wanted to bring you up to date. There have been so many wonderful responses to my earlier postings, I wanted to let you know how much strength it has given me over the past few months.
As you know, it's been almost a year, now, since I came out to my wife of 28 years. It's been hard for both of us, and it's still an issue. That's not going to change any time soon. She's not at all comfortable with my cross dressing, but at least we seem to have got past the "You've suppressed it for 28 years; why can't you suppress it for another 28?" In fact, she took me shopping out of town so I could look for my first wig, and look through the thrift shops. I can't tell you how much that meant to me. I didn't buy anything...the wig I wanted was way over my budget...but I went. She didn't go into the shops with me, but she knew why I was going, and she was okay with it. In fact, we went at her suggestion. That's progress, and I think it's huge. But then there are the other days, too: the days when she just can't hide her anger and revulsion. Those days are pretty hard.
Okay, so I'm still not dressing. (No wardrobe yet.) But I'm saving up and hope to be able to soon. My first major purchase will be my wig, which I hope to have by the end of this month. Once that's done, then I'll start haunting the thrift and consignment shops. I won't dress in my wife's presence. She doesn't want anything to do with it, and I have to respect her wishes. So I'm limited in what I'm going to be able to do. I still feel as if I have to sneak around, as if this is somehow shameful...she referred to it the other day as "unnatural." She backed off when I pointed out a few of the historical associations connected to the word. (Gay people were regarded as 'unnatural' in Nazi Germany and marched off to the death camps along with the Jews, the gypsies, the retarded, and the mentally ill.) "Oh," she said, "I didn't mean it in that way." Well, maybe not, but it hurt, just the same.
So here's the big news: I'm going to Esprit in May! (Check out the website...it sounds wonderful! Just type in Esprit, Port Angeles in your browser. That should bring it up.) How amazing!...not just to be accepted for who you are, but celebrated! (I can't imagine what that would be like...after all these years of hiding.) I'm not ashamed of who I am. I refuse to be. But not being ashamed is not the same as being proud of yourself, is it?
I feel like I'm a teenager again, since I have begun to come out. Do you know what I mean? I seem to have extremes of emotion: one minute I'm giddy with happiness, then at a word or two from her, (Actually, it's seldom just a word. It's usally several paragraphs.) then I'm plunged once more into despair. Ah, well, I'm learning that if I can just wait long enough, the despair will pass.
Over the past few months I've been reaching out for a kindred spirits, and I've found them, more than I ever hoped I could. Yesterday I had an email from a sister right here on Vancouver Island. We're hoping to share a room at Esprit. (Can't wait to meet her!) And I've joined the Cornbury Society, a transgender support group centered in Vancouver. I've also joined a local on-line discussion group as well. These are all wonderful things! (sigh) Just wish I could spend more time online enjoying them! And it all started right here...with you. Thank you all, so much. You've given me strength when I needed it most. These past few months haven't been easy, but I'm making progress. (And so is my wife, though I'm not sure how much farther she is going to be able to go.)
Just wanted to let you know.
Hugs to all (especially to Honey and Jassmine!)
Karen
As you know, it's been almost a year, now, since I came out to my wife of 28 years. It's been hard for both of us, and it's still an issue. That's not going to change any time soon. She's not at all comfortable with my cross dressing, but at least we seem to have got past the "You've suppressed it for 28 years; why can't you suppress it for another 28?" In fact, she took me shopping out of town so I could look for my first wig, and look through the thrift shops. I can't tell you how much that meant to me. I didn't buy anything...the wig I wanted was way over my budget...but I went. She didn't go into the shops with me, but she knew why I was going, and she was okay with it. In fact, we went at her suggestion. That's progress, and I think it's huge. But then there are the other days, too: the days when she just can't hide her anger and revulsion. Those days are pretty hard.
Okay, so I'm still not dressing. (No wardrobe yet.) But I'm saving up and hope to be able to soon. My first major purchase will be my wig, which I hope to have by the end of this month. Once that's done, then I'll start haunting the thrift and consignment shops. I won't dress in my wife's presence. She doesn't want anything to do with it, and I have to respect her wishes. So I'm limited in what I'm going to be able to do. I still feel as if I have to sneak around, as if this is somehow shameful...she referred to it the other day as "unnatural." She backed off when I pointed out a few of the historical associations connected to the word. (Gay people were regarded as 'unnatural' in Nazi Germany and marched off to the death camps along with the Jews, the gypsies, the retarded, and the mentally ill.) "Oh," she said, "I didn't mean it in that way." Well, maybe not, but it hurt, just the same.
So here's the big news: I'm going to Esprit in May! (Check out the website...it sounds wonderful! Just type in Esprit, Port Angeles in your browser. That should bring it up.) How amazing!...not just to be accepted for who you are, but celebrated! (I can't imagine what that would be like...after all these years of hiding.) I'm not ashamed of who I am. I refuse to be. But not being ashamed is not the same as being proud of yourself, is it?
I feel like I'm a teenager again, since I have begun to come out. Do you know what I mean? I seem to have extremes of emotion: one minute I'm giddy with happiness, then at a word or two from her, (Actually, it's seldom just a word. It's usally several paragraphs.) then I'm plunged once more into despair. Ah, well, I'm learning that if I can just wait long enough, the despair will pass.
Over the past few months I've been reaching out for a kindred spirits, and I've found them, more than I ever hoped I could. Yesterday I had an email from a sister right here on Vancouver Island. We're hoping to share a room at Esprit. (Can't wait to meet her!) And I've joined the Cornbury Society, a transgender support group centered in Vancouver. I've also joined a local on-line discussion group as well. These are all wonderful things! (sigh) Just wish I could spend more time online enjoying them! And it all started right here...with you. Thank you all, so much. You've given me strength when I needed it most. These past few months haven't been easy, but I'm making progress. (And so is my wife, though I'm not sure how much farther she is going to be able to go.)
Just wanted to let you know.
Hugs to all (especially to Honey and Jassmine!)
Karen