So Now You Know

A good friend shared the news that this little place on the internet where I scribble from time to time, has grown in readership, and let me first say, “welcome.” Not “go away!” Not “who invited you here?” No.

I am not shocked, nor scared, nor am I crying, nor worried. Perhaps the only reason you found out the way you did was because we just aren’t as close as I wish we were. Maybe now you will reach out to me, as my friend bravely did. Or, if you choose, you’ll hide in the shadows and stare; either way is your choice. Either way, I really am happy to welcome you.

And I know there will be gossip, and people will share links, and pictures. And some will be shocked, and think or say things about me I’d rather not read or hear. If you don’t want to read or hear what I have to say, then stop reading, or just skip to the “good parts.” But there are good parts right here, too. Bear with me.

What I have to say to my newfound audience is that this is the diary of a struggle. One that’s gone on for years, and I’ve only been chronicling it a short time; over an even shorter period, the struggle has intensified. Beyond just the day to day. I don’t know how people who do not have someone who loves them could cope with the intense emotions that I have experienced. It’s off the charts. Can you imagine having to hide the person you know you are from the world? Clark Kent had it easy.

A friend, mentor and online “guru” for lack of a better word, told me this week, that had she not cared for me so much, she’d have “unfriended” me, to use the term of the modern era. She said she felt this way because it was so painful to stand by and watch me spin and spew the same questions that I keep asking. Questions that, while they apply differently to every individual, befuddle every human being who has ever been where I am now:

Why can’t I have my cake and eat it, too? Have a wife who loves me no matter what gender I present, and live life as I see fit, without having to change anything else?

Why do I feel that things must change?

Why can’t I just suppress these feelings and go on as if they weren’t there?

What’s wrong with me that I can’t put myself first?

Why do I struggle with my own image and gender? What really happened to me as a child? Is there a connection?

Will I ruin everyone’s life if everything changes?

Will it happen anyway if it doesn’t?

Why, God? Why?

Others cannot answer these questions for me, and I have heard tell that those who turn away from finding the answers are plagued by them all their living days, even those who manage to go on, pretending, concealing, ignoring who they are inside.

That is who I am, and who I have been for almost five years. You know me from working with me, or your friend told you about me, or perhaps to you I’m just some nameless freak who someone told you it would be cool to mock, humiliate or otherwise cause harm, by sharing this with your friends. While I personally don’t think that is “cool,” there isn’t much I can do to stop you other than shut the whole thing down and disappear.

But that isn’t why I keep writing the blog. Admittedly, I took time away from this to work on the book, which has a lot of the blog in it. And there will be a book, God willing. This is a story I do want told. Although, I hope you’ll understand, I prefer to be the storyteller, so like I said, I hope you’ll accept my welcome and comment or introduce yourself and let me know what you feel when you read it. I imagine some of you would rather stare, but I am not the freak; I’m a person, like you, with feelings, and I think it would be “cool” to know you, and understand yours.

Now, with that out of the way, let me give you your nickel’s worth of blog for today: after my online friend told me how sickening it was (and I am sure she’s right) to read me ask those same questions over and over, I decided to stop the merry go round and take a breather.

Almost immediately my own personal Jiminy Cricket reached out to me to make sure I was alright and to set me straight. God bless you, Maia. I have never been suicidal and never will be, but I haven’t been that low in some time. I’m still taking that break, and will rejoin society when I’m ready. But I believe it’s healthy to withdraw every once in awhile, especially from our online interactions. They are so instant, so immediate. My old brain needs time to process stuff every one in awhile.

Now I don’t mean to rekindle interest in replacing the internet with the pony express. But I do miss the days when if you wanted immediacy you picked up the phone, and dialed someone; if they weren’t home, you left a message with someone who answered, or you tried again later. How quaint! We’ve advanced from answering machines to voicemail to cellphones and instant messaging and push to talk. It’s great in an emergency, helps me do my job better and I probably could not live without for very long in our world. But this week, I’ve truly enjoyed my downtime.

During this withdrawal period, my wife and I have talked. And talked some more. We still embrace, and flirt, and I do my damndest to show her how very much I love her with every fiber of my existence. As best as I can.

And she told me today, she thought about a question my friend Maia and I have talked about. Maia is a woman of transsexual history, as she prefers to describe it. Maia has returned from her own incredible life-changing experience, starting the new year and a new life abroad, discovering who she is, and gaining valuable insight into loving herself for who she is.

And this wonderful person who somehow got the short stick in being voted to be my conscience asked me: “Don’t you feel as though you’re cheating your wife? Doesn’t she feel that way? Cheating her out of having a husband, a real man, who loves her and can love her? If and when she does feel that way, she will divorce you.”

I thought I knew the answers. Geez, this condition stirs up the hardest questions! But I did ask her. In bed, a few nights ago, I posed the question somewhat differently: “Am I being fair to you?” I didn’t use ‘cheated’ because (as longtime readers of this blog will recall in an earlier episode) we’ve already established that my wife considers what I’ve done to be cheating on her, with another woman (that would be me, if you’re just joining us; please try to keep up).

So when I asked her, “Am I being fair to you,” her immediate response was, “We are not being fair to you, you and I.” I told her this wasn’t about my so-called sacrifice, to maintain my male presentation for the sake of our family and our marriage.

I let it go, but she didn’t.

Today was one of those rare gifts from Mother Nature: a snow day, and on a day I was off from work, hallelujah! Time to sleep in, time to get things done, time to be together as a family.

It was a good day, right up until we were cleaning up after lunch, when my wife decided to tell me she had been pondering that question Maia had inspired me to ask.

“And I decided,” she said, “No, you’re not being fair.”

My heart sank. I recall feeling the need to sit down, right away, and fortunately there was a chair nearby. Maia had warned me, when she realizes she’s being cheated, she’ll file for divorce. Was this it, I thought?

She walked over, looked into my eyes, and I struggled not to close mine or shed a tear as she finished her thought — and she used Maia’s word: “I do feel cheated, out of having a husband. But as I said, this isn’t fair to you, either, so I guess we’re even.”

As I took in a breath having realized I was holding mine, I thought about that word. “Even.”

And I said, “No, not really ‘even.’ I love you no matter what.” I didn’t mean to hurt her, but I felt it needed to be said. Because she doesn’t love me, “no matter what,” and has said so.

She replied over her shoulder, as she walked from the room, “And I know what you feel inside, about yourself, and that is not the love I want. Or need.”

We spent the rest of the day ignoring this elephant that had moved back into our home. We enjoyed our children and a treat of Chinese takeout in honor of our oldest child’s birthday. We put the kids to bed and after she turned out the light, I slipped out of our room, with the intention of returning after getting some writing done.

Somehow, considering everything I feel, the couch seems a better place for me tonight. Image

3 thoughts on “So Now You Know

  1. You edited the article and images. First off; Dawn, you are missed. I miss you – and I am sure that others do as well. Yes, you whined and have see-sawed back and forth; but that is part of the course. I had a good talk this morning with my wife. Yes, we talked about you and what is happening in your house so that we also talked about us and our house. It is easy for those who have done this path and completed it to judge – in fact those who have done it often judge harsher than those who have never had the subject of gender and transitioning come up.

    Your struggle is the struggles that most face in the middle of life, with gender identity added to it. To choose to maintain a path that you have held back for so long puts all that a ‘happy’ middle of the life person has in their life; family, friends, job and home in jeopardy. To throw all that to the wind with little reflection or reluctance would make me question all that you have ever been. Some people who transition never experience this – they never get why it is such a struggle. There seems to be so much to loose with the only gain is inner peace and identity.

    But, the Genii is out of the bottle – and you are cheating. My .02 – if you want to save your marriage, you have got to remove the male you think you are and the female you want to become and ask yourself, without using male or female – who are you? Who are you as the person with your wife (and it is not about being ‘male’). Write out a list of the things you have to offer your wife that are genderless. Ask her for the list of things that she loves, likes, needs and wants from you as a person. Likely it will come down to you being a good parent, making money to keep the home and make everyone feel safe. The real question then is can you provide that.

    The cheating that you have done was not just about the simple act of cheating with ‘a woman’. You have put your wife and her children at risk – as well as all that she values. Likely your sex live is lost whether you transition or not (that usually takes a beating with cheating). Dawn is the ghost of the woman that you cheated with. Your time with Dawn is something other than a real ‘cheater’ in that your wife and you can’t just ‘move on’ or ‘move away’ – and that other woman won’t just ‘find someone else’ and leave the two of you alone. No, Dawn, you are now within the marriage, in both of your heads. And no one understands fully what you are going through. You will need to address this and figure it out for the two of you.

    Keep writing. I found (like you and many others) that getting the inner dialog out, helps. And for those lurkers, peepers, trolls and – well, even people transitioning and their families and friends – you may read my writings as well. As my X wife said “You want to eat your cake and have it too” – and then she added “and you have”. I ended up with a woman who loves me, a family who loves me, children who love me and a great job and security. Be honest about your ‘cheating’ – and figure out the part of you that is who you are as a human. Please read this – I think it will offer perspective (and I am sure you are working along these lines as well):

    All the best,


    • I want to re-read your comment again before replying in full, but thank you for taking the time to read my blog and to give me something to think about! I did make an edit, mainly because I added a picture (still visible on the fb preview) that I later thought would not serve me well in this space. I made some other edits because, well, I felt they were necessary. Bloggers prerogative.

      Thanks again, and best wishes as always to you.


  2. Simple response to “The Woman Named David.”: I have a problem with using the word “cheating” in the context of transitioning within a marriage. “Cheating” has a particular definition, and this isn’t it. Even if you look at from the point of someone saying “I will not live as myself if it will save my marriage”, is like saying “I will not breathe if it will save my marriage.” Gasping and taking the breathe is not “cheating.”

    I’ll let Dawn point out her own particulars where need be.



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