If you hadn’t figured it out, that was sarcasm. Waiting, it’s what I do a lot of lately. Waiting for appointments, waiting for my car to be serviced, waiting for the workday to be over, waiting to tell my kids that Dad is trans, waiting for the day my wife might say she’s done with it all.
I have learned much about patience since having three kids. I have tried hard to teach them about patience too. But waiting patiently is hard. Waiting for a really long time breeds all kinda if negative emotions. Anger, fear, jealousy. I get angry seeing some people cut ahead while I wait. Or maybe they have access to resources I don’t and I get jealous. Then there is the fear that all that waiting is for naught.
Life is like this for many people. Being transsexual magnifies it, sometimes by a hundred fold.
Well I was sitting in a huge waiting room with about 7 or so other people and about 60 empty chairs. Managed care at its finest. After what I thought was a relatively long wait of 35 minutes the nurse called me in. However, I am used to my shortened birth name having to be used (they won’t change it until I get an official name change). “Rachel?, Rachel?!” Hmm why is everyone staring at me? I finally get it and meet her at the door, now with an audience. I wasn’t wearing much makeup and I was feeling a bit self conscious.
It seems my endocrinologist with infinite respect and sweetness put my chosen name in his records. He ‘gets it’ and that makes a huge difference for me. Even after the long wait, I was smiling and a bit close to tears hearing everyone call me Rachel. Dr O is a gentle scholarly looking man with just that nice touch of grey in his hair. We would be about the same height if I wasn’t wearing heels. We discussed how I have been doing on my current prescriptions. He asked about my physical and emotional states. He wanted to know how things were going with my family particularly between my wife and I. Dr O is one of those people who you just can’t lie to of hide things from. He lets me know that I control what happens with my transition and how I proceed with it. So I had to come clean and tell him that I have not told my wife explicitly that I am on estrogen now. I did tell her I am on a transition path and hormones are part of that. I also told my doctor I had doubled my spiro dosage for a bit and had a few mood based side effects. He gave me this little smile that said he’s heard it all before and I’m not the only one to mess with my HRT treatment. He was very happy that I was being honest.
Then it came down to the brass tacks. I had a choice to make. Go full out and quadruple my E dosage or take it slower. I can hear the voices of a few people I know, “take the 4mg dosage!”. I chose slow. 2mg for a month, then a more complete hormone level test. I found that my hand was shaking. (a nod to Becky) I had taken the roller coaster up the first big hill, now was that little curve at the top. That pause before the plunge. I was scared, hopeful, nervous and very sad.
Sad?? Shouldn’t I have been ecstatic? Shouting and jumping for joy? This is where I differ from many of the trans people I know. I have my own path and my own story. I started this blog because of that. If mine was like the traditional transsexual story why bother doing this at all. You see, I was a man, a husband and father. I never felt like I was faking things. ‘HE’ was never a facade that helped me navigate the male world I never belonged to. ‘He’ is real as real as Rachel is now. I try very hard to point this out to my wife. Especially when she tells me that I am killing ‘him’ off or that ‘he’ is fading away. I feel that loss just as much as she does. I let her know that she is not alone in that respect. I sit holding my tiny purple pill. This is where the next part of my journey starts. The coaster car is hovering above the drop and it scares the shit out if me. The main reason I hate roller coasters is the complete lack of control. Once the drop starts you can stop it. It only gets faster and faster until you hit the bottom (My friend Rinn would admonish me with facts about gravity and acceleration about now). This is truly the beginning of the end for my former self. I was never a winner but I hate to lose what I have. That downward plunge could be the cause of a lot of losses. You just don’t know. All I know is what I have said to my wife, my doctors, and my friends. I could always stay where I am right now and wonder what my life would be like. Or, I can move forward and accept what has to be. But, I will not go backwards.
I took my pill, and cried.