You might make assumptions based on that title that are stronger than I intended, there is no risk of self harm here.
But recently I started going to therapy presenting femme (I’m 49 and have a penis). This is a bit of a hardship
I am working before and after this appointment and cannot be out at this job.
But it’s … changed things. And I feel the weight of expectations on me in a way that I haven’t before, as the next milestone to cover here is HRT.
Outside of work, and distant family, I’ve been socially transitioned since Feb/Mar. every step of doing that has felt amazing, validating, like discovering me. And presenting femme at therapy has felt amazing too - indeed I had my first set of sexual ideations that included bottom surgery shortly after. But suddenly… it’s like I’ve hit a wall?
Now all I have is … a series of hard things to do? That might ruin my 23 year old marriage (so far she has been wonderful but absolutely balked at the idea of me not having facial hair)? And ruin my job as carrer? And fuck up my kids?
Finding femme looks for fall/winter has been very very hard for me. This is probably related.
But I feel like that scene in Dune when the Reverend Mother discovers she cannot see the future anymore. Blind panic is the only emotion I recognize. And resentment. I’m resenting having done any of this over 2026 right now. I …liked the problems I used to have a lot more than I like this problem.
Anyway. Wondering if anyone finds this relatable? Or has advice?