Many transsexuals do distraction extremely well. We plunge ourselves into family, work, sports, art; anything to distract ourselves from our dysphoria until it eventually comes knocking at the door so hard that there is no more evasion possible.

I have answered that door in the only way I feel comfortable doing so with many years of a life lived in denial and decisions made which required I respect commitments I made to others.

Today I don't think I've ever been happier and, as I embark on the next segment of my existence, I want to live in that honesty that I avoided at all costs. Am I a woman inside? Yes I am and that assurance is what brings me much solace instead of the shame and guilt that used to replace it.

I am finally home.


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