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stella41b -> RE: Do you know you? (10/9/2008 2:39:26 PM)
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It was like a headache, not quite a throbbing, more a dull ache. But there were no painkillers. No cure. It's something you wake up with, and something which stays with you until you go to sleep at night. Then there's a paralysis. Yes you can move, you can walk, you can run, jump, reach out and touch things, but nothing and nobody can reach you. It's all meant for this other person. You try to be that other person but you can't. But all people see is that other person, they don't see you. They don't pay any attention to you, they ignore you and focus on this other person. When they say 'I love you' they really mean they love the other person, they do things to make that other person happy and you don't feel it. That other person gets everything, you get nothing. And so you speak out, if only to make someone listen. They hear you, but they don't understand. They refuse to understand, they don't know you, they don't accept you, they don't even like you. Some even hate you. And so you retreat, and they start to notice the other person again. There are times you feel alone, you feel so lonely, you don't feel love, you never really feel happiness, only when and if you try to fool yourself and convince yourself that you're that other person. But you're not. And so you try to get by, without feeling any love, without feeling any happiness, unless of course you pretend, no tenderness, no warmth, unless of course you pretend. You lie awake at night, in bed, staring at the ceiling. Is this me? Is it them? Why is it this way? Why am I like I am? Why don't people understand? More to the point, why don't I understand? Is this really me? Or am I the other person, but only fooling myself? But what if they are right, and I am wrong? What is the truth? Is the truth nothing more than a whole serie3s of impressions, feelings, emotions? What if there is no truth? What if there is only what I perceive to be the truth? Isn't that the case? The truth doesn't exist, but only how we perceive it? So what chance have I got of knowing the truth? Who am I? Why has this happened to me? Oh why was I ever born? Twenty six years, give or take a season or two. Twenty six years of having these thoughts inside my head, every day, all day, secretly, but for much of the time trying to be that other person and failing. Twenty six years of not knowing who I was, of not having any clear identity, of not being myself because I didn't know what 'myself meant', but somehow just trying to fit in. Twenty six years of doubting, not trusting, not believing, of not being sure until certain questions have been answered, and of finding that the answers to those questions were still more questions. Being transgendered is wonderful for introspection and getting to know yourself. It's good for learning to look at things from a whole range of different perspectives. It's like being left alone in a fancy dress shop, each outfit is a new persona, a new character, and there are three or four rails of so many personas and characters to choose from. But which one fits? But there is a happy ending. This is me, I am Stella, and I am writing this as myself, I know who I am and I know who I am not. My life has been a transient one, a sort of voyage of self-discovery, but also a discovery of other people and of life, a sort of adventure, and this is an adventure I live on a day to day basis. I can even come out with things like Sun in Cancer on the cusp of Leo, rising Virgo Moon, Neptune in Scorpio trine Saturn in Pisces and trine Jupiter in Cancer - not that it makes a lot of sense to many people. I am 42 years old and also 15 years old again, the hormones are kicking in and I'm experiencing puberty a second time round, and through trial and error, question and answer, failures and successes, misunderstandings, heartaches, discoveries, I have come to know myself, and what is more I am coming out of myself. That other person died some time ago, and it was like part of me died along with him, or - if I'm going to be honest, I killed him, and I killed him with a sorty of sadistic glee which I have never experienced before and I never will again. Transgender really does mean transgender, it's not just the boobs (yes, I still try to suck my nipples in the bathroom) the hormones or the surgery, but you also have to change who you are inside, deep inside, and also your whole perspective. I am still changing, I am a work in progress, but I am me, the person and the sum total of my experiences. I know who I am today, I have a good idea of tomorrow, but a few months is just too far away. This is the positive side of being transgendered, you get to know yourself, you get to see things from so many different perspectives. A lot of people think you're nuts or eccentric, but in going from one gender to the other a little bit remains and I sometimes wonder whether you get to transcend gender as a whole. At least that is how it seems sometimes.
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