I hesitate to submit this as an article, as It doesn't seem article-worthy. It is but simply a "play-by-play" of recent developments for me. Yet, I submit it in hopes that it might encourage someone in their pursuit of what may seem, at this moment, your impossible dream; living your own womanhood.
Since early September of last year, I have written a series of articles. They revolve around the theme of finally accepting my own truth: that I am trans and a woman at heart. In the articles, I present the many questions and struggles of my continued self-discovery, acceptance, and needed steps to live my authentic womanhood.
In August/September of 2023, after six decades of resistance on my part, I finally embraced an understanding of myself that has been there since my earliest memory. Like it or not, despite not choosing it to be so, the reality is that I am transgender. And though being trans doesn’t automatically make one a woman; after all the years of study, contemplation, and self-discovery, I have concluded that I want to be a woman because, at my core level, I am one.
With this new acceptance of my lifelong trans condition, I decided I would do what is so often encouraged in our community; find a good therapist, one that was at least familiar with gender issues. I also reasoned that the means of dealing with my gender incongruity, which I had not tried, was therapy. I chose to do what was so strongly recommended, thereby shelving my keep-it-in-the-closet approach. I did so through the online service "Better Help." The dollars I spent for their help have been of great value.
I realized my gender dysphoria is deeply affecting my marriage. I asked that at some point we include my wife. Eventually, we did so. The value of that decision was to get my wife comfortable with my therapist, so she doesn't feel like all these sessions are going on behind her back. My gender brokenness, though my personal condition, is by virtue of the "two becoming one union," our condition to manage together, even as her issues both mentally and physically are also ours to manage together.
After five months of being as transparent and vulnerable as I have ever been in my private sessions, my therapist very candidly expressed her opinion and evaluation; Charrie is who I really am and that at my core, I am a woman.
She went on to explain how I was mistakenly assigned male at birth. Obviously, there was no ill intent on anyone's part. My body was male so "it's a boy," was declared, celebrated, and I was reared accordingly. Living a male life was naturally nurtured, cultivated, and simply expected. As I grew older and aware of my gender dissonance, I chose to live a typical male life out of circumstance, appearance, convenience, and survival instinct. Where I am today in my journey is a consequence of that decision.
I cannot explain how huge that "diagnosis" was. Finally, after what seemed like eons, a third-party, independent source, confirmed what I longed to be real and what had been timidly declared in September; I am at my soul level a woman. As my therapist explained, "Your desire to be outwardly what you are at your heart, is but a normal outgrowth of expression that anyone who is gender congruent experiences. There is nothing abnormal about your desire to be a woman. After all, Charrie is who you really are anyway."
Years ago, a fully transitioned friend who is a medical doctor, was talking with me. I was baring my heart to her in a way I had never done previously. She listened intently and then asked, "Charlene, do you know why you want all those things that a natal woman wants? It's because you are not a male, you are a female at heart." I spent the next 12 years running from that diagnosis. But when my therapist told me the same thing, it was an epiphany moment for me. I was done running; I was ready to receive and embrace.
As I have written before, for the sake of so many whom I love, for who I am responsible, and for whom count on me as the male in their lives, I don't believe a full transition is wise or appropriate. My therapist recognizes this and explains that she is there to support me in whatever I choose.
However, therapy is now being approached from a female-male perspective, not the other way around. We are working on how Charrie, can create a life moving forward that meets my needs as a woman while ministering to the "many others and maintaining my strong Christian faith and practice."
In the past, that mountain of challenges looked insurmountable, but with my therapist's support, it is less daunting. The path before was to stay very closeted. The male was in control and all he could see was that the feminine part must stay closeted.
Now, Charrie and her therapist are working together to scale that mountain. The past male mindset viewed and supported the barriers to stopping progress. Those barriers are still there, yes, but the strongest of them, the purely male mindset has crumbled.
Because of my epiphany, accepting and embracing the reality of my legitimate womanhood, my mindset is different. Those challenges can be overcome. They must be. They will be overcome.
Long ago, I chose Victoria as my middle name. It is the feminine form of the male name Victor which means victory. I chose Victoria for that very connotation. Charlene Victoria will live authentically. She will be victorious. What that all means at this moment, I do not know, but with my therapist’s help, we will create a plan to make it happen.
And that dear sisters is the value of a therapist!
Blessings,
Charrie
What a lovely story and well worth posting here. Many of us have barriers either self imposed or actual. The fact that you have finally realised that you can no longer fight those internal deamons and be your real self is heart warming. Good luck with your journey and from someone on the other side, congratulations. Biggest hugs. ❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️
I wish I could find a therapist, but being out in the country hours away from one isn’t an option for me. I know I could do one on-line but that seems to take the human factor out of the therapy. So far I have been able to handle my situation, though not being easy. These articles help more than one can imagine. The hardest part was share to my soul search with my wife of 44 years and having her accept Mia unconditionally. I have been so blessed to have a life partner that understands and helps in my transition.
Even though I have gone this long without a therapist, I would highly recommend finding one. I am aware that I still need help and will be searching for a specialist near by,
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What a great article and thanks for sharing. I too rely on therapy and also started out on Better Help and had a wonderful therapist with plenty of LGBTQ experience but she retired. So I reached out to the local Trandgender chapter here in SC and they provided a therapist locally. She is wonderful! We had a virtual visit first time and next week I am going to have in person visit as Miss Hope and make a girl day out of it.
I also am in the “accept and embrace” phase also and trying to find balance!
Hugs,
Hope
Hi Charlene, I'm so glad that it finally worked out for you. I spent years hiding from my condition (I'm intersex), but finally embraced it and have been happier ever since. You can read more about my journey if you want by looking at my profile. Happy learning! From Marg, a Cheesehead across the border.
That was QUITE a "reveal!!" THANKS.
Charlene, thank you for sharing this wonderful article. I turned 67 this year our life experiences are very similar.I wanted to be a girl at the age of 5 and started crossdressing at 9 and never stopped except for the times after purging. I started therapy 6 months ago and after 3 months my therapist and Primary care physician both agreed that I was ready to start hormones therapy,but I hesitated. In the the meantime my doctor and consuler have moved. I have an appointment with a new primary care physician next month. I have also been attending a transgender support group. Thank you so much your story gives me much hope
Barbra
Yes, Barbra, one needs to keep keenly focused, consistent and PERSISTENT with something like this (in my experience)...to meet one's needs. I'm a little older than you...and finally "bit the bullet" some four years ago. I've been on HRT that long, and have rec'd great counseling ...and even my BA (chest work) a few months ago (which I feel EXCEPTIONALLY good about). I'm STILL not sure I totally believe that this has happened...but when I occas-ionally "take a gander" at myself in a mirror...it feels like I'd received about the best B-day present EVER.
My clinic in Los Angeles has been excellent (and very supportive), but toward the end, it took a little fighting...because. while the surgeon was also TOPS, his staff turned out to be a little clueless (and less than helpful)...at first saying there was a problem with my (Medi-Medi) insurance, and then saying there was a problem with the hospital where the procedure was to be done.
I had to "get on the horn" and be VERY persistent (and even a little outraged)...and I suc-ceeded in "breaking through the barriers!!" It was comical at times...like when I had the MediCare (seemingly pretty young) guy on the phone , he replied that they probably couldn't cover the surgery...then added..that it might've been different if I'd had a diagnosis of gender dysphoria. I took a beat...and replied... "Young man, WTH (probably not in those words!) do you think we're talking about? That is PRECISELY what I have!!" He replied..."Hmm, let me check further about that."..then (a minute or two later), "OK, looks like we're good." You're all covered. Talk about an "about-face!!
With the "hospital deal," about which I had to call the surgeon's staff several times to FINALLY get one of the senior staff to get an explanation (At first, all I got was a vague thing about a problem with MediCal..and obviously these people were suffering from serious communication problems!), I was told that this particular hospital (a half-block from me!!) needed to have absolute assurance that my "secondary insurance" would cover what is left over from my "pri-mary." So I (again) "got on the horn" (in this case, to Medi-Cal)...and "lucked out," as this guy turned out to be VERY competent and helpful. While we were on the phone, he had the intelligence (and gumption) to actually call the surgeon's people...and basically "read them the riot act"...and advise them that we were "all good" and--EXPLICITLY--that MediCal WOULD cover any "remainder" of cost. At this point--kinda magically--the surgeon's people relented and scheduled the appt. (after I'd already had two consultations with the surgeon). I suppose I might add that I was not entirely happy with the first surgeon, with whom I'd had a con-sult...and decided to try another one. Turned out that THIS surgeon and I were MUCH more "on the same page."
Moreover, on the very day of the surgery, I rec'd another "stop sign," because I'd been told I needed a friend or family member to drop me at the hospital, but not that I needed that "sup-port" AFTER the surgery too (even though I was already set up for my MediCal provided ride home!)...and they wanted to re-schedule!!! I was EXTREMELY determined...and finally was able to recruit a neighbor of mine...to provide this support... WHEW!!
Nowadays I've been a little irked because my endocrinologist/primary physician now says she's not sure about okaying my facial work (because of a possible stroke risk, DAMMIT!), but mostly I've just been feeling TERRIFIC about the physical changes. If you'd seen a photo of me from just above the grown to my chin...you'd swear that you were just seeing a shapely, nice-looking woman (with 38 C or D cup beauties).