Most film goers over a certain age recognize that exchange from The Princess Bride.
I have a different definition of "The Pain."
Long ago, perhaps it was even before this blog (back in the Myspace blog days), I defined the "Pink Hangover."
The Pink Hangover happens the days after a night out en femme. It's a strong wish to still be dressed properly as a woman. It's even worse than a hangover caused by alcohol, because while the alcohol hangover may crush the body, the Pink Hangover crushes the soul.
And so it was back in the days after I rediscovered myself. I've heard and read that GID is a progressive thing, and it's true. For so many years, I did my best to keep it in check by denial. Now I realize who I truly am.
This, of course, bring a whole new set of issues.
Now it's all consuming. It consumes my every thought when I'm not concentrating on work or something else. If I allow my mind to wander, I immediately think about how something's wrong. Fundamentally wrong. This causes me to ache inside, to pine for that which currently is not. like a Tinnitus in the brain.
I will refer to this as "The Pain."
Why do I feel this Pain? If you're reading this blog, you probably know the answer and understand the feeling, or know someone who does. Unless you fell onto this entry by accident, so for those people, I will attempt to answer the question.
And that was the most awkward sentence I've ever written! LOL
The Pain. The closest feeling to which I can equate it is the feeling of loss after the end of a long relationship. The Awful Aching Emptiness. The knowledge that something is missing and the horrible pining and need for relief. The desperate wish for a return to happier times.
So, take that feeling and ramp it up to 11.
So many of my Sisters know exactly what I'm saying. Not all of us, to be sure, but most. In fact, I envy those who DON'T feel this.
We rarely discuss it outside of therapy groups. But it's there.
My "Big Sis" shared with me that when she told her kids about being TG, she said "I can no longer be a man and remain sane." That's the best description I've heard yet.
And people wonder why 41% of Transgender people have attempted suicide? (Including me)
Is there a cure for the Pain? Well, for me, I get relief from going out as Myself, as Sophie. Only then do I find peace from it. Of course, that relief is temporary and is always followed by Pink Hangovers of increasing ferocity.
I've found that the HRT gives me SOME peace from it. In fact, to date, that's the major effect of it so far- some peace.
Of course, not everyone can do HRT. Most Sisters, for whatever reason, can't. I am VERY lucky that my wife agreed to it.
But, as I wrote previously, she needs to know soon how far I'm going.
With all this Pain, and the fact that it's there all the time, it's no wonder so many of us have... issues.
Will transition solve all my problems? Oh hell no! In fact it will compound them. It may even destroy me. But everyone I've spoken to who HAS transitioned has said the same word to me: "Peace." They have found peace.
Peace instead of pain.
So, the question becomes, how far will I go, what am I prepared to do, to find Peace?
I know MY answer. I will die a Woman.
And I can be oh so stubborn when my mind is made up. My wife would tell you this, if you asked her.
She has Pain as well, caused by her Stubborn Suffering husband.
But I'll leave guilt for an entry another day.