Last night I had a nice heart to heart with my mother about where I am these days and at one point she said that if I knew I would be happier as a woman then perhaps I should do what I needed to but then in the same breath she expressed trepidation. I know this is not easy for her but she also wants to see me happy. I made sure she knew last night that I loved her and that I had two great parents who made my life easier and not more difficult. Without them I would be in a far worse shape today.
Helene called me back around 5 pm and we set up an appointment for June 10th during which I am going to basically pour my heart out to her about how I’m feeling these days. I want to pose her a series of questions about my mind set and assumptions and see how she answers them. She has the measuring stick of experience and it will come in handy here.
First and foremost on my mind is the realization that my disphoria seems to be gaining strength. I am drawn to the idea of melding myself into one true person for the first time in my life. But the question is does that mean being a woman full time? I do not know yet but I know that when I get up in the morning I think about getting into women’s clothes to go to work. I am starting to think that this is how things are meant to be for me and is truly my normal. That excites me and scares the hell out of me all at the same time.
My part time life as Joanna has given me a taste of something truly wonderful and comfortable and I want to live that all the time. I need to make sure that I NEED to live that way and that living as a pretend male is something I can no longer do.
I pray on it and ask God to give me guidance. I want to know what the right thing to do is and I want to base it on need and not some flighty desire. But as I have said in my recent posts, I think the next couple of years will be pivotal for me in this decision process and I should hopefully have my final answer by then.
The issue of arousal has become a moot point now. I understand that the excitement of being the woman I aspire to be sometimes brings this on. In the past it would bring me down into negativity and doubt but its playing much less of a factor in my thinking process. I can now put it into context and not let it bother me since it’s not a motivating factor in my decision process.
How interesting that I remove the layers of psychological built up grit, I seem to be slowly re-becoming that innocent little boy who secretly aspired to be a girl.