My Valentine’s Day “Gift” to Myself
It was the day after Valentine’s Day, February 15, 2020, when I finally — after many years of being afraid and feeling trapped in the wrong body — made one of the scariest, most important decisions of my life — to start the long, fearful journey to transition from female to male (FtM). I finally could admit that I’m a trans man.
I muted the TV, and with every bit of courage I could muster up (and trust me…I needed Superman courage), I announced to my wife that I wanted to transition. I expected a ton of questions, concerns…and perhaps even a, “If I wanted to be married to a man, I would be!” I’m not even sure what I expected, but what I got was certainly unexpected. She simply replied, “Ok…if that’s what you want to do, I support you.” And she does…110%. She even helped choose my new first and middle name — Liam Ashtyn. That has quite a ring to it, huh? And I don’t have to change my initials. See what I did there. 😁
Later my wife informed me that she wasn’t at all surprised and that I “should have done it years ago”. And my daughter…well, she wasn’t surprised either and has been just as supportive as I ever expected her to be, and more.
So…um…yeah, I guess you could say that was the easiest part of all of this — because let me tell you…starting the journey to even begin the FtM transition — is like trying to find a needle in a haystack and then attempting to sew a spiderweb back together.
This is just the beginning of my story…well the beginning after “my beginning”. In my next post, I’ll talk about what it was like growing up — because believe me, a lot of people think that people just wake up and decide to be trans. This is NOT a choice. Nothing has happened in my life to make me trans. I was born trans.
More to come…
