Daily Struggles

The thirst for knowledge is what is keeping me going at this point. Listening and learning from other peoples experiences, be it good or bad gives me hope. I tried drawing up a Pros & Cons list, but couldn’t get it underway. Paranoia of a paper list being found, or discovered on my phone is enough to give me palpitations.

I think the obvious hurdle is losing the love of my life & partner in crime for the past 20 yrs, my wife. Without her, I am nothing. With so little family members that live an ocean away, I have no family and no real friends here.

I am suffering from depression, which makes me irritable, short & snappy; add in my dysphoria, which I try to hide/fight/ push back against and I’m not exactly fun to be around at times. I was on medication from my doctor, who also does not know of my dysphoria, but I found it impossible to lose any weight and I fact was gaining pounds regardless of mild exercise and lower calorific intake.

To say I am heavy is an understatement. Some underlying health issues don’t help, but I’ve recently stepped up my dietary habits for the better and plan to exercise more. To put it in perspective, I can’t shop in most stores for mens clothing, let alone womens! WalMart, Big n Tall, occasionally Target will have a limited selection available in my size.

I will do a little cross-dressing when I am home alone for a few days; such as when the wife travels for work. I am a ladies size 24-26, and ladies size 15 shoes! A lot of that does Not come via Amazon Prime I can tell you! I did find some spanx-like underwear to squeeze the fat in, and despite being all out of breath getting them on, it does help give me confidence that weight loss will help me.

Being heavy in the south, means heat & humidity pretty much all year around, and sweat, lots of it. After taking a hot shower I still need another to get the sweat of!! Yeah not pretty. So make up & wigs are at present a non starter at present.

I need to start to feel good about me, before I can start to feel good about Fiona. The struggle is real especially when I have no one to talk to about my feelings, struggles and life in general. I have found some amazing transwomen on instagram. Seeing their before and after photos, their Tuesday Transition photos, and general posts on life in general is refreshing.

But I don’t know them and they certainly don’t know me; and messaging these ‘strangers’ (albeit privately) with questions, gets you blocked or total silence in return. But I understand that now (if it wasn’t obvious in the first place!!) that I wouldn’t answer strangers questions either!

My Journey Here

Thank you for coming here today and welcome, please call me Fiona.

I’m a late 40’s heterosexual male living in the Southern United States, although I was not born here in the US. I moved here to marry my US bride and we have been happily married for over 20 yrs with one child in high school.

I work for a well-known nationwide company. I count my blessings every day & life is good. Really, I have nothing to complain about. We have our health, a great child, a mortgage, a couple of cars and well-paying careers and a great family network of in-laws. While I don’t see my side of the family anywhere as often as we would like; they are few in number and have supported me in moving to the US all those years ago & continue to do so.

I have few real friends locally… who am I kidding, I have none! All my dear friends are across the pond in the UK. I only wish they were closer. The cost of airfare and taking time off from work (when you only get 21 days’ vacation a year) does not help.

So as a bit of a loner; I have struggled with, and continue to do so with depression. My doctor helped by prescribing some meds, but I didn’t think they helped me and I put on some (more) weight. After 2 ½ years, I come off the meds, but I still struggle with an super overactive mind, and my wife and daughter now say they have to walk on eggshells around me as I can be a bit snappy; which I am aware is really a major understatement.

The main issue that over the last few years that has really come to the forefront is that deep down inside I feel; no, I know I should have been born female.

This sounds so silly, stupid as I sit here typing and reading this back. I must really be a few cards short of a deck right? Well, it turns out, through research (other than Google) and self-diagnosis, that there is a clinical term for this, known as Gender Dysphoria.

There are thousands each year that are born male or female but at some stage in life identify as the opposite sex, or even neither.

Of the many suffering with gender dysphoria, most that will transition in some form from male to female or vice-versa, do so usually in their teens to their late ’20s or ’30s. There are fewer still that do so in their mid to late 40’s or even older, and that is where I find myself today.

I have suppressed these internal feeling’s my entire life, but recently it is becoming harder & harder to do so. Partly as I do a lot of research into this, which I suppose keeps it front & center in my mind. In addition, that gender dysphoria has caused several experiences I went through over the years to fall rather neatly into place like a missing jigsaw piece.

With one exception, (I will explain another day) no one in my life knows of my hidden internal struggle!

I am hoping that this blog will serve as a kind of self-help therapy, by being able to vocalize my feelings, frustrations or other matters out in the “open.” Well kinda sorta in the open at least.

I hope this post will be the first of many in my journey.


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