I am AMAB, now 68. I've been aware of my gender incongruity since I was five. Since that young age, I have struggled with the question, "Why do I have such an intense desire to be a girl?" It wasn't just that I wanted to dress as a girl and now a woman; no, I distinctly remember longing to be a little girl, then a pre-teen girl, then a teen girl, a young college woman, to being a young woman/mom. Oh, how I wanted to be a mom! And now; to this very moment… well, I'd settle for being Grandma Charlene.
Why? Why? Why?
I did everything I could to not want this. In line with my Christian faith, I prayed, fasted, memorized volumes of Scripture, attended church faithfully per the fundamental Baptist tradition, served in ministry, and all to find no relief. I've been in some therapy, and talked to my pastor, my wife, etc. And still the result—I want to live as a woman.
Why? A dozen years ago, I had the privilege of friendship with a medical doctor, who was also a full-time, fully medically transitioned trans woman. She, too, had a strong Christian background. So, I thought she could better than most understand my struggle with my perceived gender in light of my Bible faith. This was not supposed to happen to a Christian man like me, right? It couldn't be! It shouldn't be! But it was and is.
As I shared the darkest recesses of my heart with Dr. ____ finally quietly answered. "Charlene, listen to yourself. Everything you have told me so passionately; your deep longing for everything female; your dream to be desired by a man for your feminine and sexual qualities, your desire to be a bride, to give yourself to your new husband, to be pregnant, and finally be a mom; Charlene normal men don't desire those things, but you do. Do you know why.?"
"Because I am a twisted, perverted person," I answered.
Quietly, ever so kindly, without a hint of surprise or disgust, she answered, " No, Charlene, it's because you are a woman. You are not a man at your core. You want that which a normal heterosexual woman wants because deep within you are a woman."
That was such a euphoric revelation. Just hearing another person, professionally trained, confirm to me what I wanted to believe all my life, but just couldn't bring myself to admit, was comforting and exciting.
Yet, for years after the diagnosis, I ran from it. I feared it. This just couldn't be true about a man like me. Finally, after years of denial and running away from my truth, I yielded to the fact that I want to be a woman because, at my core, in my very heart, I am a woman.
Wow! Finally, 12-plus years after Dr. ______ exposed my true identity, I am finally embracing the answer to that incessant question, "Why do I have such an intense desire to be a woman?"
Question answered. Now I know. I want to be a woman because I am a woman. After years of incessant questioning, not only do I now know the answer, I embrace the answer. I am a woman who just happens to be trans.
Peace. Correct? Yes, but short-lived.
My answer just opened the door to a new question. "How do I manage this condition to fulfill my natural needs as a woman, while still fulfilling the needs of those who count on me to be a man for them?"
And thus, life moves forward. I love my womanhood, albeit it is still hidden, though more cracks along the surface are appearing. How often is it said that there is no one right way to transition? I am not sure what my way is going to be.
But now I have a direction for the future.
Hi again Charlene 🙂
Yes, you know the answer, you've always "known" who you were , and always felt that way since you were a child.
Our stories match so much!
I finally reached the point in my life where, if I didn't transition, I wasn't even able to consider any other option. I had to leave the old life behind and face a new future, so I've been living and working as a woman for over 18 months.
As I think I've mentioned, due to a recent medical issue I had, relatively unique to women, a urinary tract infection, I was informed by a lady doctor, who had been going through my medical records, that I am an intersex person. She placed her hand on my knee, looked me in the eyes, and said, "Lauren, you ARE a woman!"
Charlene, sometimes we have no choice but to move ahead with the future that has been placed in front of us. It can be a difficult path, but nonetheless, it is the path we must travel down.
Any time you need to have a chat about all this, I am there for you!
You aren't alone, you have sisters who are there for you.
hugs girlfriend,
Lauren
Charlene, that is some time you have spent questioning yourself, I am now starting to question myself in that way, as I never was one of those who always felt I was in the wrong body though I did start dressing up at a young age it took till my 60's to really let me femme self be freer. Now I do wonder if I'm on that slop towards being trans, no answer to that one yet!
We simply cannot explain these things, why we are drawn to this no one knows. However I've used another analogy which people never question about me, and often compliment me on, musical ability.
Oh I'm no Mozart every bar I play right got there the hard way, but I've been drawn to make music since my earliest days when I could reach the keys on my grandmother's piano. Not that I'm all that great a musician as I've let too many other things get in my way over the years, much like my dressing up!
You are yourself and no one else is quite like you but of course at this stage of life we often have people who depend on us for things. Plus I'm sure you do not want to cause your loved ones pain by becoming the woman you are on the inside but now the outside as well. Tough, tough choice.
Here at least you are among like minded people, we are all at some stage of our journey even if we aren't yet sure which stop we are getting off at.
Thank you for sharing with us.
Amy
Thank you for your article, Charlene. I had not considered that self-acceptance might lead to the new question, but it definitely makes sense. Even once you or anyone else has accepted who they are, it remains a question of how they work that new understanding into their lives.
Like many of us, I continue to be all over the place in terms of self awareness and understanding. I have come to the point where I am beginning to accept that I may never have a firm, stable understanding of my gender, or in other words, I’m may simply have to accept that I am gender-fluid. Although its a different answer to the question than you have reached, the next question is the same: how do I meet my own needs while fulfilling my obligations to others.
Charlene great post never thought about all that. i feel the same way as you do. i feel more as a female then a male. i would rather be female for all the reasons you said. the clothing real women have to choose from is unreal, pretty dresses, skirts make up, earrings. heels, nylons, bra;s.all real men get to choose from is jeans and shirts. nothing sexy about men's clothing at all. real women wear jeans and shirt, so why not we will dress up as females. when i don't dress up i feel not my self, i need to dress up in female clothing. i have more female clothing then male clothing and more female clothing then my wife does. i am too old to have a sex change, for dressing up i will do in my house when our last adult child is at work and wife will tell me i can dress up.
Charlene: Your article spoke to my heart. I too have come from a strong Christian background and did all those same things to try and change my feelings about my gender identity. None of it worked. One day as I was seriously considering taking my own life I cried out to God and said why, why am I this way. He quietly spoke to my heart and said you know whom you have been your whole life and I know whom you have been. I accept you for the woman you are. From that point on, I knew it was okay to be trans and started working on my transition. My former church does not accept me but God does. And by the way, I love being a grandma.
Charlene,
Thank you for sharing your story, your story up until now and continually evolving.
As usual, I find similarities to my story in the other stories I hear and read. I grew up in a Catholic Christian home, and although not a lot was said or discussed, at least with us kids, the way I was supposed to behave was clear, or seemed to be clear. It took therapy sessions during my decision time about who I was, and am, to reveal to me my girlish and womanly desires went back to my early childhood. In the 50's and 60's those types of feelings were never talked about. I don't think I was reluctant to acknowledge my feelings because of my faith though, like you. It was just not a thing to share, and what would I share, because I felt odd with having thoughts of having no problem doing girl things like wearing what they wore. It wasn't until junior high school when I put on a few extra pounds and hated it that I discovered my joy in wearing girl things. To explain, when my parents weren't home, I'd go through my mom's clothing. I found some shape wear and tried them on. Of course, they hid my extra weight and that was great. But it also led to me trying on other things, too, like her nylons, etc. Of course this activity was all clandestine.
By the way, I'm almost 69 and have been on estrogen for about two years and had my full-depth "bottom" surgery six months ago. I feel so good with my female body and realized some time ago now how dissatisfied I had been with my male one.
In regard to your new question about needing to continue doing your "male" duties, remember, those duties were societal determined. They are not intrinsic to male or female. Just look at all the women doing classically accepted male jobs. Our society, in my eyes, just has a harder time accepting men taking on long accepted "female" jobs. So, with that, and although I've been retired now since 2017, I continue to do the "male" chores around the house. Heck, someone needs to do them. My wife would have a harder time doing them. But I can tell you, my strength to do some of the things has waned, waned probably due to a combination of estrogen and age! I would urge you to do the things you are capable of doing and discontinue labeling them as "male" or "female" in your mind.
I had some minimal religious growing up , not much but my sense of self at 5 was the same before grade 1 to be a girl - socially I had no idea why ? it’s interesting how I absolutely at that age wanting my genitalia female in my thinking so young - I just new I was wrong as a so called boy - it was absolutely a true natural feeling and I was not sexually abused either ! - I just new - as a child I found my mothers old 1950’s black satan underslip with a ballet type bottom frill out for the old style dancing skirts and secretly put it on down in the furnace room back in Edmonton Alberta circa 1963 dreaming and being totally happy thinking and wanting my boy parts to be girl equipment down below - at this age it amazes me my thinking today as a fully transitioned Transwoman doing it so late in life at 61 years old - I technically came out at 10 in 1968 - it’s something that never left me my whole life - your born like this I finally realized but always new actually - I never dated in my teenage years , just kept quite , a shitty life like forever , wouldn’t even try to do the Man thing , not once - I new my gender and just drank became an alcoholic, worked only nothing else - I missed my 20,30,40,50’s and now almost 66 and still learning like a 12 year old girl exploring what I couldn’t have growing up in the 60’s - I understand many try to and get married to prove manhood but I just couldn’t do it - I was obviously a really hard introverted Trans female case - one of the worst and so many years lost - I was in a Rehab 2018 again but this Rehab was for basically Gay men and never felt gay just female and started Transitioning and by fall time my Birth Certificate was changed to female on HRT and by summer 2019 I flew to Bangkok on my own and had SRS with No companion - I was embarrassed I guess kept to myself , not many new I went to finally be myself and have never regretted doing it - I was me finally - my only regret is I didn’t have the guts maybe 30 years ago not doing it and still trying to make society happy but nothing for myself - life isn’t perfect but I’m way better off than before struggling with this gender Sh#t - at least I did it before I die and totally legal beagle everything now - 60 years I lost but no more - it’s done !