Y'all, I (42f cis-) am so overwhelmed
. Last spring (2024), my partner (43 mtf) of 22 years, married 7, and a 6 year old special needs kid, told me she wanted to have rough sex with bbc's while I "accidentally find" her mid sex either for me to get involved or get angry. Idk. It threw me.
Then last winter, she got really wasted and kept going on about how she's a girl and only sex with men would make her happy. That really hurt. It was out of nowhere and so intense.
I started to cry and she got really angry, telling me I have no right to have feelings, that nothing was changing for me, and why am I being such a transphobe? Then I started to feel bad about myself (am I transphobic? Do my feelings about this matter?). She started seeing a trans therapist to help her sort out her feelings and thoughts (she was questioning then), and
every time they met, the therapist would tell her that she was definitely trans and needed to divorce me because I'm cis- hetero and there's no way it would ever work between us. She stopped seeing him because she felt like he was "pushing too hard," not listening to questions to help her sort out her feelings or provide guidance, and telling her to uproot our family. She didn't try to find any therapists after that.
Six months later, she decided she was definitely trans and had to start HRT immediately or would probably kill herself. We found a comprehensive center, from hrt all the way through ffs, vocal coaching, electrolysis, and individual and couples therapist with substantial experience with transitioning families. They didn't accept our insurance and she started freaking out, saying she couldn't wait until we changed insurance next year to get started. I get that. I would feel the same way. So she found a clinic near us with an appointment open the next day.
We went together because she wanted me to be able to ask the doctor any questions I had. I busted out my list.
Every question I asked, the doctor dismissed as no big deal (I think asking about the proper nutrition plans and precautions about blood clots were reasonable). She addressed all my questions to my partner, as if we were on a car lot and the salesman only talks to the man, because the little lady doesn't know about cars and her input would be silly or stupid. She (the doctor) minimized my concerns over increased risk of breast cancer. "We used to think the risk for transwomen was increased, but we don't think that anymore."
She asked if my partner had a therapist and she lied to the doctor that she does. No verification. Took some blood, scheduled an appointment for 2 weeks later for "Prescription evaluation."
It felt like a pill mill. It sketched me out that all the other centers in the area were booking 3 months out and this place had so many immediate appointment openings. It sketched me out that the doctor never addressed me as a part of this big, apprehensive change in our family's lives.
I felt like I didn't matter. The doctor made me feel like it wasn't any of my business.
The next day, she bought herself a whole new wardrobe, shoes, and makeup and wanted to do a makeover and a fashion show. It felt really uncomfortable to me, because I'm not the makeup, hair, nails, and heels type of girl. I told her it made me feel funny, like I was hanging out with a sister or a bestie.
Then,
she wanted to change her name, and it ended up being my deceased aunt's name. That aunt was considered a saint and everybody was so attached to her. Those are REALLY big shoes to fill. On top, it's a family name that was spoken with gravity and serious love. I'm positive my family would be outraged, not because of the transition, but because our aunt could never be equalled. My sister considered naming her daughter after our aunt and all my other sisters and dad got mad. Our aunt was one in 7 trillion and could never be imitated or matched. I told my partner that I didn't feel comfortable with it, and she started yelling at me about how it's her name and nobody else has a say in it. I know that she has a point, but the fact of the matter is that my family, who adores her, would be ill over it. I don't know how I could call her by that name without thinking of my aunt.
I'm having trouble adjusting so rapidly. Five days ago, she was using he/him and identifying as male. It was a shock when the doctor asked her pronouns and gender identity. I wasnt prepared for hearing her request for she/her and female gender. We never talked about it. I never heard her say it outloud before.
Five days ago, I was having intense sex with my husband. Then I was in a doctor's office, hearing that penetrative sex was highly unlikely and we would have to find other things to replace that. She promised me that she was completely 100% lesbian and the sex wouldn't change and so on.
I fully support her transition and feel 100% convicted that this is the right thing to do. But I wasn't ready for such am immediate explosion of femininity overnight. I wanted to ease in slowly and she agreed.
She was totally okay with that, she said. Then, boom, immediate appointment, and the femme explosion the next day. Everything all at once. I feel like my thoughts and feelings don't matter and I should dive hard into it like she has.
"If I don't do this right now, I'm going to hang myself in the garage."
I have a therapist, but she doesn't. Idk how to get her back to one.
She says she's afraid the therapist will tell her that she needs more counseling and will delay hrt. So she's already lying to the doctor to get what she wants. She has a history of that.
Idk what to do. I'd love some thoughts/experiences.
Also, if I messed up her pronouns, point it out so I can be more conscientious, but please don't yell at me for it. I'm really, really trying. Same with verbiage. I'm not familiar with the terminology yet. Please point that out, too.
Thanks, fam. We can do this together.