I am paranoid.
My therapist says I have to be more "open" and "honest" with people. My immediate reaction was saying "honest" and "attorney" don't mix. She did not laugh. Neither did I, because she knows I'm just trying to avoid the subject any way I can.
People scare the shit out of me. I've seen the worst of them. My own sister has tried to blackmail me about being gay/trans to the rest of my family, failing expensively both times. She's even tried to get me on an ultimatum to pay child support for her friends' kids who very clearly weren't mine (blood test and um.. gay/never even wanted to be with a woman...). I was immensely sad to have to outmaneuver her and I hated every instant. Honesty? O Mystery.... Detailed lies complete with cooperative alibis are my only protection. Unfortunately, it isn't paranoia if it's justified....
My therapist keeps saying things like I'll never make any real friends if I keep living a lie. Probably true. She also seems to bring up how it would be hard or impossible to transition if I can't at least talk to people about it honestly face to face. I'm aware I may never get to transition due to that and people being total assholes about it. I'm of the opinion that most people, due to being massive assholes about the subject of transsexualism, don't deserve my honest company and should be honored that I bother to interact with them in any way including lying to them about who I am. I have so very few friends I actually, really trust and even those I don't know if I'll ever be really 100% sure of.
O, I can talk to people, very well, but it's never the real me. I live a lie. I've known this for years and I don't deal with it, because I sorta can't, hence the avoidance.... Now it's just being brought up.... I know everything she's telling me; what did she think I was afraid of...? She's trying to tell me it's not that bad.... She means well, and actually it's not that bad, it's worse.... She wouldn't be the one paying any of the price associated with me coming out.... I'm wondering if she's not too much of an idealist sometimes. I wonder at her not for her noble dream but for her refusal to let such a noble dream have the peace of a noble death it suffered long ago... I lie to protect myself, a lot, and it's far better than many people I've met deserve.
Picture perfect pitches purporting personsonality, purloining poor pathetic pissants' presumed perceptions, passively, politely, plotting pretend personas. An artful personal hell is still a personal hell....
Truean, a few things:
1) Your story about your sister is one of the reasons I laugh in the face of anyone who suggests that you
have to love your family because of them
being family. Love is something that I think is earned/develops, not something that is automatically guaranteed because you popped out of the same vagina (or other family relation).
2) I would give you a big, warm hug if you were in and around central Illinois. And a backrub. And maybe a cuddle if you're cute. I have been told that, despite being a person of larger stature, I am rather warm, soft, and smell rather pleasant at most times of day, so I think this would not be a bad thing.
3) I know from your posts that if the world was a horse, you have been regularly positioned directly under its ass for a long time, but I really hope things get better for you ASAP. You're one of the people on Bay12 that I really look forward to reading posts from.
4) That is a masterwork alliteration. All craftsdwarfship is of the highest quality.
Also: OMG NEW DF RELEASED? Now I wish I hadn't already made plans for my birthday tomorrow ... Not that I think I'd pass up on going out to eat a big plate of Mongolian
Beef Tofu anyway, but still ...