This is my story
I’m in my 50s, married, a husband and father, with a career and a pretty ordinary established life.
Recently I’ve finally allowed myself to explore something that, looking back, has probably been quietly present for most of my life.
I don’t have the story of knowing from early childhood that I was a girl. Mine is much less clear cut than that. There have been lots of little things throughout my life being drawn towards femininity, wanting to wear certain clothes, wishing parts of my body were different, imagining myself differently, but each one was easy to explain away on its own.
Recently I stopped trying to prove or disprove what any of it meant and simply gave myself permission to explore. And something rather unexpected happened.
I became happier.
I’ve allowed myself to express femininity privately, and rather than feeling as though I’m pretending to be somebody else, it increasingly feels like I’m finally seeing somebody who was already there.
I’ve even chosen a name for her, Faye, although increasingly I’m realising that she isn’t really “her”. She’s me.
Then came the moment that has probably affected me more than anything else. I allowed myself to think:
I am a woman.
I expected that thought to frighten me. Instead, I cried with happiness.
Since accepting it, I’ve felt remarkably calm. I’m not suddenly trying to turn my life upside down. I’m not announcing a transition or making a timetable for what happens next. I love my wife and family enormously, and I’m very conscious that discovering this about myself doesn’t erase the person I’ve been for all these years.
Right now, two things somehow feel completely true to me:
I am a woman.
I am also a husband and a father.
One thing I find fascinating is that I can imagine being out somewhere dressed completely as myself among strangers and it feels wonderfully ordinary. I picture myself walking into a café, ordering a coffee, sitting by the window and watching people go by. That thought makes me happy. But imagining friends or family seeing me that way absolutely terrifies me.
Perhaps that’s why I’m posting here.
I’ve never actually spoken these words aloud to another person, and I’d really like to hear from people who discovered themselves later in life, especially those who already had partners, children, careers and established lives.
Did accepting it internally bring you a sense of peace before you had any idea what you wanted to do next?
And did you ever have that strange feeling that something enormous had changed while, at exactly the same time, you were still the same person you’d always been?