Finally getting started on my Transitional Story

 So I am finally getting stuff together on my story. Atleast I have a hand written version and I am beginning to type it up and expand upon it. Well it will go as far as it can go before surgery. Still working on the whole insurance thing for that, but once surgery is completed, I will be able to finish work on my story. But I figured that in the meantime I had to atleast begin assembling it into a typed document. 

Mostly I wanted to feel that I was working on accomplishing something. Feel that I have been lacking in the accomplishment area of my life recently and this is my way of dealing with it - So below is the beginning of it - I will most likely share as I go, but not all of it, lol

Becoming Gia

 

A Transitional Story

 

By

 

Gia Watson

 

 

 

Introduction

 

 

What is Gender Dysphoria?

What/Who are Trans People?

 

I hope by the end of this book you will have some answers to your questions and those of you who are not Trans will have gained knowledge that we are really just regular people trying to live our best lives.

 

There are many books and sources out there, some written by Trans people, others written by those involved with the Trans community. All are worth checking into and will provide a variety of information and material that would be useful for anyone to know, either Trans, Ally or just someone who feels they have something to learn. I encourage people to read and learn as much as they can, and all the books are worthwhile, for every journey is different. We all have a different experience, different perspective and we go through many different paths to get to where we need to be in life. All are helpful. This book is about my journey, my story and my experiences. I will try not to be too boring, too whiny or too all knowing, although that last may be a bit difficult as I am a bit of a know all. Well, more than a bit of a one actually, lol. I joke, a little. I am opinionated and I am passionate in defending my opinions, all of which are well grounded and well through out. But I am also awake enough to know that my opinion is just one of many and that all are equally valid. Regardless of what you believe, I do hope that the telling of my journey is helpful.

 

Like I said, this book is about my particular journey. I plan on covering my personal history, my denial of who I truly was, how long I fought it through to my final acceptance. From then I will include coming out and learning about who I truly was and am. That is not a simple journey. It is never as simple as saying I am Trans and then just living your best Trans life. There is far more to it, so much to learn, so much to unlearn and discard. This is true of everyone in life be they Trans, Cis, Gay, Straight, Pan or anything else. Our journey’s and various paths can and should always teach us something. The minute we think we have learned everything about ourselves is the minute it should all be over. But I hope that you will be able to see that if you embrace your journey with an open mind then you will begin to see there is so much to learn about your own self and you will find the joy in that comes with discovering who you are.

 

All life is a journey, each of us have our own, but I believe that we never truly know ourselves until we have to figure out just who we are. All too often that is during a crucible in our lives. Until we come to our fork, our trials, our crucible we rarely know who we are or where we are going.

 

If it turns out that you are Trans, or gender non conforming, non binary then you have an amazing journey ahead of you, if you are at the stage where you feel you can start on this path. You will encounter support, acceptance, tolerance (although Tolerance is not a good thing in my mind) and you will encounter objections to what are know you have to do. And you will also experience outright adversarial opinions, denial, abandonment, along with family and friends who think they have the right to force their perception of your identity upon you. But I want you to know that despite all of that this is still your journey and you can live your truth.

 

From just about anyone, even those who support you, you might here that transition is the absolute last thing you should do, and only to be undertaken when you have exhausted all other options. What is important to keep in mind is that to many, transition equals surgery. That is not always the case. Any surgical part of your journey is a decision for later on and one that should be made between you, your therapist and your medical practitioner. Also I would include those family and friends who are truly supportive. However, in my opinion transition is a journey of acceptance and there is no need to avoid it. Essentially it is your acceptance of your true self, whatever that may be. I have no more right to tell you who you are than anyone can tell me who I am. This is for you and you alone to discover and that is the true journey of transition. The earlier you begin to tackle this journey, the stronger you will be - again my opinion. But believe me, for any journey of self discovery you need to be in a strong place. Transitioning really involves daily self reflection and exploration of your authentic self as well as often fighting for your right to simply exist and attain medical care. So I certainly recommend that it is begun as early as you think it should - again your journey, you decide when you are ready.

 

I will end this section with this - My single biggest regret in life is and always will be how long it took for me to even begin my journey, to take my first step on the transitional path. I constantly wish that I had found the strength to begin this much earlier in life. And I know several other Trans people with that self same regret. But such is life. I did not begin until I was 40 and now must accept that. My late acceptance and the changes I have missed out on have impacted how I see myself as well as played a part in what kind of woman I think I am, not too mention my style - but that is an ever evolving thing anyway.

 

So if you are ready, then so am I. The following chapters will lay out everything that I have experienced, as best I can remember it. I did keep journals on and off, kinda wish I had been more diligent about those, but for the most part I can recall most of my journey over the past, nearly 7 years.

 

 

 

Chapter 1 - Beginning

 

 

I guess the best place to start is the beginning and my past. When born I was assigned male at birth, but I remember from a very early age simply feeling out of step with that assignment. But lack of information and knowledge made it more than difficult, almost impossible, to figure out exactly what I was feeling.

 

To provide context I was born in 1975 - many younger people might forget that we had no internet back then. So here I was, way back in the dark ages of technology, feeling out of sync with how I was perceived by society and my family but I had no idea why or what was causing it. Years passed before I had any inclination of what it might be. But even then I was terrified of what it could possibly mean and I was 40 years old before I fully accepted the reality of who I really was.

 

Some might dispute this, mostly people that deny the authenticity of Trans people, but honestly I have memories from as young as 7, perhaps even younger. And in all those memories I felt out of sync. I have spoken with some Trans people who recall feeling that from the age of 5 and I do not dispute it, since I absolutely do remember those feelings. But I had no clue what caused them. It was all so confusing, I mean I was only 7 and had very little idea of how society operated. I just knew in every fiber of my being that when they addressed me as a boy, it was wrong. It all felt wrong.

 

My entire childhood was not full of sadness and depression. I was a kid after all. Such weighty matters of identity and how I was perceived could not monopolize all of my attention. I had fun too and yes I enjoyed playing sports, particularly real football (I use that term intentionally since I talk about the sport where you use your foot, not carrying an oblong shaped ‘ball’ around) - anyway at 7 I was in primary 3 - we used to have play time and yes I’d run around with the boys playing football. It was fun. But even then there was an undertone of something. I didn’t want to be recognized as a boy, but ofcourse had no idea where those thoughts came from. So I ignored them as best I could. But closing upon puberty my feelings only got more intense and more difficult to ignore. Despite all my attempts to fit in, I was always out of place in a group of boys. I was not nearly as rambunctious as them, had a far easier time forming friendships with girls and all that. But that was not proper for a young boy back then. Boys had to be boys. And I tried. Oh how I tried to embrace every thing that was boyish.

 

In Scotland around that age they have a few organisations for younglings, the one I attended were called the Shipmates - my older brother was in the Boys Brigade, which was the more grown up version. I am sure it has somewhat changed by now and from looking it up, I see that it is now Anchor is from 5-8 years of age, Juniors 8-11, Company 11-15 and Seniors 15-18. Joining that organisation allowed me to hide my oddity and try to be boyish I thought it was the thing to do. For much of it I was successful in fooling everyone. That is one thing you will find in common with oh so many Trans people. We are all good at fooling people and ourselves. We have practiced so long at it that its almost second nature. So I continued doing boyish things.

 

From that point on I tried not to give my feelings any voice, always ignoring them, thinking they were wrong, that I was wrong and that it was something I was obviously making up. For how could a boy really feel like a girl? How could I have been born in a boys body if I was not? These thoughts rampaged through my mind and I had no answer to them, but truly all I really yearned for back then was to be a girl, be perceived as a girl, have a girls name, clothes and be all around a girl. But that was just not to be and since it was obviously impossible I quashed the thoughts, knowing that if I ever aired that I was such a weirdo then my parents would freak. My friends would deride me, perhaps bully me and who knows what strangers would think and do. The thought of all that happening truly terrified me.

 

Years passed where I kept my thoughts to myself and often I was successful in convincing myself that it had been a phase, despite the fact that those feelings would always come back. Each time though, I would stubbornly refuse to look at them “They are just a phase, you are just being weird” was a constant litany running through my head. This was successful to some degree. But it was my 13^th year when I reached a truly significant point. That was the year that I first bought women’s jeans. I cannot speak for every Trans women, but for me, this was huge. I had denied my identity so long that I completely tied my gender into a type of clothing. I mean lets face it clothing is genderless and jeans are jeans after all. But the simple fact that they were designed for women and sold to women made them female in my mind. And it was the escape I needed.

 

That year it had gotten obvious to me that something needed to change since I had already gotten to the stage where I would traipse around the house in my Mums winter boots. Oh how I loved knee high boots, still do as a matter of fact. And back then it was my outlet, a release to the frustrating voices in my head. Somehow wearing something designed for women would help silence them. But it never lasted long. And then I found my way into the nylon drawer. But let’s not talk too much about that. It happened, not something I wish to over share. That being said, I knew that I needed something more than just a couple of women's things I could wear while alone in the house. So I finally did it. I ordered a pair of women's jeans from a catalogue and OMG it was every bit as liberating as I had hoped it would be.

 

The day they arrived, never had I felt such excitement. My hands shook as I opened the package, and ran the material through my fingers. They even felt different than the regular boy jeans I had worn. They felt softer, but also just right. Rushing to my bedroom I had to try them on immediately.

 

Pulling them on my legs felt sooooo wonderful. I don’t think I can fully explain it. But as the soft material slid up my leg, my mind just felt everything fit so much better. It felt right and whole and perfect. Truly it was almost as if the jeans themselves had an actual gender. I know it was just my mind being convinced that wearing clothing designed and sold to women was what I needed to do, but right at that moment what I was wearing truly matched my internal identity. Rubbish I know, but that is how it was. I had associated women’s clothing with that particular gender and it just felt that I should be wearing those clothes. I ached for more and those life altering pair of jeans really awoke a need in me, so it ended up causing more angst than it solved - that's life there too I guess. And still I was unsure of what all this meant. Still no internet, not much of a library or information source in my small town either. Honestly I was thinking that I might just be a weirdo that liked to wear women's clothing. So my struggles continued.

Anyway this is all I have typed up at the moment. As I said I will share more from time to time.

2022 underway - Lots happened and lots still to happen

 

2022 is well under way and as many employers are gearing up to push people back into the office, I wanted to take this time to write about 2021. Despite the pandemic and working remotely 2021 was quite a busy year.

 

At the beginning of 2021 I was moved on to a new project at work. Love it when that happens. Gives me something new to learn, to participate in and explore. When I get into testing it things really get fun as I am huge fan of pressing every button. All too often that is how I live my life. Pressing buttons are my thing, buttons on people, on beliefs, on systems. I see a button and my fingers twitch to press it. Buttons should be pressed. People need to be challenged on their beliefs and opinions. Will they like it or react well? Often No, but I still feel compelled to press the buttons. I have the same approach to testing a new system. Buttons should be pressed. Will it have a positive result? Probably no. More often than not it will break something, but then something is learned, and the system is improved. Only wish that people were as straight forward and logical. When their button gets pressed and they react badly it would be better if they fixed the problem and came back stronger, but all too often they dig deeper. But still, I will press the buttons.

My days were filled with meetings and testing and figuring out how best to make this new system work. That is what I find most interesting. Times like that really help me deal with the monotony of a regular 9-5 job, especially when that job is in AP/Accounting – I mean can there be a drier subject. As well as work I was struggling with weight, not specifically pandemic related weight gain, as I had been gaining for more than a year. I attribute much of the gain to working in Downtown Nashville – well that and the fact that I had never curtailed my appetite since starting on HRT. But I had to lose weight for surgery.

During all of this I was asked to be part of a panel for Women out at Work as part of a symposium by my works Empower Employee Resource Group. This request came around as a result of my sharing my coming out story in the inaugural edition of the Pride groups coming out story magazine. I was honored by the request, and excited, but dang was I nervous.

Much like an interview, I prepared extensively for this panel – I always do, trying to think of various ways it could play out, questions that could be asked etc. I enjoy the preparation, and it does help me with the nervous part of it, but all too often it keeps me awake at night going over and over various scenarios in my mind. I have much the same practice with my writing. Despite all my nerves I really enjoyed being a part of it. And I guess it was well received since Pride then asked me to be a part of a “What’s my Pronouns event” during Pride month.

So with all that sharing, I was feeling a smidge vulnerable. Sharing does not always come easily to me, particularly when sharing my story, as the only way to do that is to open up and be vulnerable. Being vulnerable is something that is not in my nature, I think that is the case for many Trans people. It can be dangerous to be vulnerable.

All of that vulnerability and sharing resulted in a few dysphoric episodes, only natural I suppose and sometimes I wondered why I continued to do that. But along the way I found that I got a deep satisfaction out of sharing my story, particularly if it helps. I came to the conclusion that if sharing my story and my vulnerability help people realize the importance of recognizing and respecting pronouns and identities, and/or it helps someone realize that they have the strength to be their authentic selves then its all worth it.

Still there was the dysphoria that erupted – there is no way of dealing with that, but the hard way and you just need to work your way through it, but eventually you find ways. There were difficult days, days where I had a couple of emotional meltdowns, but this is all part of the journey I am on. Perhaps I made things more difficult for myself, especially when I consider that people in general kind of frustrate me. Individuals I like, but people, yeah people make me shake my head and despair that the human race is ever going to grow up. And despite that frustration I have satisfaction in helping people – seems quite the contradiction, but ah well, that’s my life I suppose.

But then another epiphany – I discovered that I could manage the frustration when I realized that I was ok with whatever they believed. For me my journey has never been about changing the minds of anyone. I want the world to be full of individuals with different ideas, beliefs, cultures – all those differences are what make us interesting and fun. But it is all about respect. I respect their beliefs, I love the fact that someone does not believe exactly as I do, I love debating and even arguing with them, as long as it is handled respectfully. What I cannot abide are individuals enshrining their beliefs in restrictive laws. But all too often that is what is occurring these days. And that is what I stand against. I do not want anyone to change their belief. I just want them to understand and see that I have a right to be myself, to believe what I do and that they respect my right to my own identity, just as I respect theirs. Why can’t we all just accept and even embrace our differences. It would be a boring world if we all believed the same. So yeah I want the repressive anti trans laws stopped, but I want to encourage individuals to explore their own beliefs, opinions and discuss them, but with respect. It begins and ends with respect.

So now my other struggle, weight. I was exercising, particularly when we moved into our home – I have a treadmill right in front of my desk in my home office. With that I was able to do some exercise before logging on in the morning, and during my two breaks. Along with this I was loosely watching what I was eating and trying to keep my calorie intake to around 1500 calories. I mean sometimes I went over, but not by much. Even with all this I was not losing, in fact I gained. Surgery seemed further and further away.

But spoke with my doctor about it and she was really quite surprised, particularly given my level of activity. So medication was prescribed. She wanted to try something else, but ofcourse Insurance dictated which one I would get. And yes it was Phentermine – dang does that one do a number on you.

Started my course of phentermine, fully knowing the side effects. I don’t often get side effects at all, but expected some with this, given what the medication was. And so began my sleepless nights. I started this around May. Appetite all but vanished. It was an effort to get to 1500 calories in a day. From waking up and taking the pill I had an abundance of energy. Couple that with intermittent fasting and caffeine well lets just say for the first couple of weeks I was loopy and bouncing off the walls. But it worked. I started losing weight almost immediately – woohoo results. But then the biggest side effect. Lack of sleep.

Each night I would lie awake, most often till 3 or 4 in the morning. I was wide awake every night despite taking Melatonin and all too often some Benadryl. From that point on I was lucky to get 3-4 hours of sleep per night. Then in the morning pop the pill and I am bouncing off the walls again. It was an interesting time to be sure. One benefit I had a lot of time to put thought into my writing, plus researching ideas and historical cultures. However, with the medication, hardly any appetite and lots of exercise I really began to lose weight. For the rest of 2021 I had a steady weight loss, until I got to 200 – I got to 199, then I bounced up over 200 again and stayed there. So, my doctor prescribed another 90 days of Phentermine – I kind of asked for it, as I was determined to break that 199 mark and stay under it.

Success, I managed it, but the lack of sleep was beginning to tell upon me, but I continued to take the medication, and exercise and practice intermittent fasting. For another month, maybe two this continued, and it was working. While the weight loss had slowed, it was still happening, so that felt good. However, there were some nights where I was a bit loopy, indeed a couple of them my wife thought I was actually drunk, and honestly there were nights I felt like I was. I’d be silly, slur my speech and all that kind of fun stuff, plus I would feel really out of it. But I wasn’t drunk, nor drinking and still I pressed on. That continued until the morning I passed out three times – fun times, lol.

Woke up one morning feeling nauseous, got up, staggered into the bathroom, dizzy and just completely out of it. I remember some of it clear as day. I remember standing in the middle of the bathroom trying to decide if I was going to throw up, or if my head was going to stop spinning and the next thing, I remember is the clang of part of me hitting our scales and then my backside hitting the floor, followed a second later by my head – kinda hurt. Safe to say that awoke my wife who got up to make sure I was ok. Apparently and this is where it gets fuzzy, I said “yeah, yeah I am ok” then crawled to the water closet, got on the toilet and promptly keeled over again onto the floor. From there I managed to get to my feet, I do not remember this point, but according to my wife I was then leaning against the door frame leading into our bedroom and I slithered down the wall, dropped and bounced my head off the vanity. By now she was freaking out, and now this is where my memory comes back, I think jolted to reality by her saying she was going to call someone to help “I think she mentioned her Mother or our son or paramedics or perhaps all” – well that was enough. I was like no way anyone is coming in here to see me in this condition. Will make sense to those that sleep without apparel, lol. I do remember shaking my head, lying sort of on my side saying “No, no. Don’t call” then I flopped around a bit, managed to get right side up and pretty much dragged my ass back to bed. Well, its safe to say that was the end of the Phentermine from that point, lol. So from then on I had to be really careful on what I ate and make sure I exercised. The upside is that I have continued to lose weight, most certainly in smaller increments, but atleast I am no longer falling around on the floor, and I am back to my normal sleeping pattern, which is actually not a lot, maybe 6 hours a night, but better than 3 for sure.

There was an additional upside during this time and that was the time spent thinking and writing in the middle of the night. The previous couple of years had seen me in a writing drought. I just lacked the motivation and the energy to do much of anything. But during my waking time a couple of things happened. I feel back on my old practice of working on my characters over all life and falling back to her being my alter ego. A fairly easy thing to do since I was still not where I wanted to be transitionally speaking. So I developed more story content. Then I discovered vintage journals on Amazon. Got one for my birthday, along with a fountain pen and so began writing in that journal. At which point I decided to go back to handwriting my overall character journey, following along with the books that I had planned, but also adding lots more back story.

Inspiration struck. I developed two more book ideas. I attributed this to the journal and the fountain pen, but one other thing had also occurred during this time. As part of my research, I was looking into Celtic Gods and Goddesses, as I want to have five Goddesses involved in my stories. While learning about them I came across Brigid, or Brighid as I prefer, and I felt an instant connection. Brighid is the old Celtic Goddess of the Hearth. She is a Sun Goddess, by some a warrior Goddess, but also patroness of Poets, smiths, bards and all things creative. So much of what I learned about her had deep meaning and connection for me. During the rise of Christianity, she was syncretized and then Saint Brigid arose with all the same holidays and attributes as the Goddess. Brighid, I found, has influenced a great many cultures even to Haiti – the connection I found was absolutely through my writing. So needless to say Brighid became foremost of the Goddesses I was going to have as recurring characters and with a special connection to my main character of Deanna.

I was writing up a storm, often while being awake for hours at night, but I’d also be handwriting in my journal before and after work. Not since beginning my writing have had this much inspiration, to the extent that I added two more books, have ideas for a subset after this current set I am on and have added thousands of years of back story and rebirths to my main character.

2021 saw a lot of development for me. I developed into a new position at work, I developed an effective routine for healthier living. I developed my characters and story arc and I developed myself and broadened my research into ancient history, myths and legends. I have also, once more, opened my mind to all things spiritual. I have always been more of a omnist and find validity in all religions and spiritual beliefs, but have never found a path that fit me, until now.

However, all good things, as they say, come to an end. And so it is with the working remotely. While remote working was highly successful, there has been a push from society to return to normal. Why? I have no idea. What was so great about the old normal that we all have to rush to get back to it? I am quite content working remotely. I do not fight my way through idiotic drivers during rush hour just to arrive late and frustrated to work. I do not have to spend the entire day in an office where the temperature is kept intolerably hot. I do not have to be surrounded by constant distractions. Why can’t we derive a new normal from everything that has happened? Maybe a hybrid approach. I am sure I could live with that. Going into the office a couple of times a week doesn’t seem like it would be too difficult, just as it should not be too difficult for employers to allow us to work remotely a few days per week. I mean they had us working from home when it was convenient for them, but now that they can open up the offices again they are trying to drag us back kicking and screaming, well atleast I am, lol. But oh well, there is only so much I can do and there will come a time when I have to bow to the inevitable and return to the overly stuffy, distracting office after having fought my way through a menagerie of stupid, idiotic, foolish drivers.

Throughout the previous and beginning of this year I have discovered one other thing. While I do tend to be a positive kind of person and can often see the potential in anything that happens, there are times when I just get really down. It is almost as if my natural positivity needs to recharge for a day. But typically, I see the potential for improvement or success, if not the silver lining. With all that has been going on, I have had a few more recharge days than usual, lol.

Some changes also flowed over into 2022. Near the end of 2021 I was also provided the opportunity to participate in a diversity training, centering around pronouns and why they are important and need to be respected. I love these opportunities and I really like the fact that I work for an employer that is so inclusive and has training opportunities like these. I have another two this very month. But another cool thing is that the Pride ERG nominated me to have a profile on my employers Career blog – which was really cool. Sharing my story with so many is a great opportunity to be able to influence others in a positive manner and ensure them that I do not want anyone to change their beliefs, just their approach. It is not important that you believe as I do, it is only important that you respect my identity as I respect yours. I am coming at life with a new approach where hold back some of my adversarial nature. I am not going to argue incessantly with closed minded people, but what I am going to do is live my best life and be the most authentic me that I can be. I will be kind, understanding and above all respectful to all and whatever they believe. Will I fall short of that? Surely, I will and that’s ok. I have fallen short of a lot of goals over the years, but each time I pick myself back up and keep on going. That is what I am going to do this year. And I will still push all the buttons.

This approach is going to be my guide in 2022, which I think will be just as busy a year as 2021 was. I am at a weight where surgery is ok and have already begun the process of getting insurance authorization for that, while I continue to lose weight and get to what I want to be. I will continue to live my best life, be me, be kind, be respectful and always pick myself up when I fall short, fall down or fall apart, which I am sure will happen more than once. And I am continuing to write and expand my books my characters and my life. And I have been sending book submissions to agents. This is something I have not done in many a year. Pretty much gave up on that years ago and settled for publishing on kindle. It is free, and its cool to have all the control, but I have concluded that I can learn only so much from continuing this approach. I think I would benefit more from having an agent, a professional editor and a publisher. If successful I would be able to reach more people, to bring about more positive influence, particularly during this climate of Anti Trans attitudes and laws. Atleast that is my hope. But this year I choose to alter my focus in life. All too often in the past I have focused on my doubts and my fears and that can only ever lead to you stumbling and falling and getting nowhere. This year, for 2022 I choose a different path.

I am my only stumbling block in life, and I need to get out of my own way. Now I choose to concentrate upon what I desire more with the full belief that if I focus upon my goals, I will manifest them.