Wives, children, and the great balancing act

I was watching TV last night and I saw the NBC special on Jacob and his family.   It was a breath of fresh air to see a transgender child in a positive light just as Jazz has been.  This shows that being transgender is not just a phase or crazy thought but a life long struggle that some deal with longer than others.  I am proud of the children but more so, I am proud of all the parents willing to take the steps nessasary to make their child happy.  The unsung heros in the battle of dysphoria.

Many times I am asked how my family copes with my situation and somedays I truly don’t know.  I have a wife and children who mean the world to me yet I seem lost at times.  Questions in the great unknow flowing through my head like a cascading river.  As a spouse I need to be part of a team team able to acomplish any mission and as a parent I must place my childrens needs above my own all while dealing with a dysphoria that can consume ones life in the process.  It is a balancing act that goes on daily with no end in site.  My wife has had a rough road in this story and yet she continues on with me and I thank her daily.  She has been there for every doctors appointment and every depression.  She has also given me the greatest gift ever, my three beautiful girls. 

As parents we must always realize that every action we take shapes our child in certain ways.  Children learn by their suroundings and environment just as much as through their genetics and culture so anything laid out before them is a learning opportunity.  We must teach them that not everything is black and white and that pointing out flaws is not acceptable.  We must also let them grow in hobbies.  My youngest loves art and drawing, my middle child loves hockey, and my oldest is a barrel racer.  All intersting fields and all areas where someone like me just doesn’t fit in yet I try to be at every event just a true parent should. They view people for who they are, not what they are nor are they embaressed by the fact that I am different.  They almost brag about it.

Speaking to my children about their daddy being different than others can be hard, epecially if you think they should keep it all secret.  I will say that my younger two (7&9) have mostly grown up looking at me in dresses and girl clothes so to them, it is normal but for my oldest (14) It was tough. She did not see most of it until later in life and being 11 at the time, she had enough of her own issues to deal with let alone me adding more to the mix.  Needless to say that conversation and many to follow were difficult at best.  I had taken what she knew was her dad and showed he a side she had never seen before.  In those moments I felt that I had failed her.  She spent almost a year not wanting to speak to me about any of it.

My oldest is like me in many ways, She can hold a grudge past forever and boy does she have the attitude.  Her love of music however was her release.  It was also how we reconnected. I was working on a paper for school listening to one of my favorite groups, Against Me!, and more precisly I was listening to the “Transgender Dysphoria Blues” album.  She walked by and slowed down just out of interest at the new sounds she had not heard yet and later that evening she asked me if I would allow her to listen to It more.  She listened to it non stop for days, even singing some of the songs as she further enjoyed the education that was coming along with the lyrics.  Later that week I was approached by her to have a talk about the whole situation and was I shocked when she said “I understand what you have been dealing with and I love you no matter what, I love you either way”.  Laura Jane Grace and Against Me! had not only helped my child cope with something others never even knew existed but she also gave me hope for a better future.  Against me not only saved us, they gave us an amazing memory as that became my oldest daughters first concert.  

No matter how I look or dress, I will always be their daddy and that will never change.  To be different is to be real and to survive this journey my wife and girls have had to transition along with me.  Even when it seemed impossible they stuck through it all. In no way can I say it has been easy on my wife and kids but I can sure tell you it has made them stronger. 

“Life’s a transition, everyone’s in transition. I’m not who I was yesterday and I’m not the person I’m going to be tomorrow. I’m just figuring out as I go along, just as everyone else is doing.”  – Laura Jane Grace

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Life, liberty, and the pusuit of normal 

Morticia Adams once said, “Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.” Normal is what most people strive for in society, but what is it in reality? Normal is imaginary and we are all just illusionists trying to fake it to fit in. While cruising different sites, I see the same old statement repeated day after day. “Why does (insert abnormality here) have to be like that… they should just be normal like the rest of us.” The answer to that lies in ourselves, our generations, and our cultures.

When I came out to my family, I thought that I was going to destroy one of the most dearly held things in my life. I started by talking to my sister and brother-in-law. Now when my sister and I were younger, we were like oil and water. After she married and moved away we became very close. This conversation was the first of many that I truly can not put into words for others to understand. I remember dialing the number, listening to the light rain, and waiting until she answered. Time stood still and my stomach was in knots. When she picked up I proceeded to tell of the heartache I had carried, and the pain I could never show anyone but my wife. My sister did not even know how to respond and I truly could not blame her yet she and my brother (in-law) talked to me for a good while after to make sure I was truly OK. He is truly an amazing and caring person that words could not do justice. The fact that he cared as much as my own sister did was truly amazing.

After that call came the inevitable, my parents. To be honest, as I look back to that night I realize I should have done it much differently. My dad worked on the road as a repair tech so he could be gone three plus days at a time and he is very soft-spoken so conversations are limited to very short answers. I ended up only telling my mother after she came home from work because he was not in town and I could not hold it anymore. I know the feelings I felt and surely could not begin to imagine what emotions flowed in her head as I spoke. We cried for a while. Her for the emotions I caused and I for the pain released. I wimped out telling my father but, for how close my immediate family is, he found out soon after whereas I should have told him myself. To this day he and I have never truly sat down and spoke about it even though it is the elephant in the room no one talks about.

I visited my parents almost daily until that day. From then, I spent over three weeks in hiding because I feared that every coming out story I had ever seen was reality and I would be disowned, beaten,  or just no longer welcome. All I can say is don’t always believe everything you hear. It has taken a long time for them to accept as I would expect, because it took me over 15 years to accept it myself, but they are still there and they still love me. I will never forget the day my mother told me that “A parents love is unconditional.” To say I tested that is an understatement.

It took almost two years for my sister to be ok with everything and the day she actually told me that, I cried tears of joy. The feeling of knowing I will always have her in my life was sheer joy. I still visit my parents almost daily and although the thought of my parents seeing me as Alissa still scares me a little but let me tell you they are there for everything without question. My mom and I have slowly started talking in little bits about it so we can work through it all but considering the circumstances I could not ask for more. Like I said before, one amazing family.

So this leads back to the word normal. To be normal like I seemed to be was a lie and it was told to everyone I had ever known.  When my time came to tell my story, I had to prepare myself knowing that I could have destroyed everything. Coming out is not easy for anyone when it comes to being transgender. It can and will test every relationship you have ever built, even the ones closet to your heart. To me it felt like life or death but to a family it is death. It is like I am killing the son they gave birth to and hoping they can accept a daughter in his place.

To those of you planning to come out I want you to know that it is not always the end and I am sure other successful stories are out there. I made mistakes in how I played out my story, but was lucky enough that my family could handle my errors.  You are not alone out there and even though you feel like it is the end… your journey is only starting.

From the beginning

I am going to take you on a journey back into time.  A journey that brings back many strange memories and many firsts.  I was born in 1981, the son of two amazing parents and an awesome sister.  Everyone was excited to see the only boy born to carry on the lineage.  Around the age of 5 I started to feel different, yet I had no clue as to what it was.  I played with the kids around town, rode bikes in the rain, and did everything a boy was supposed to do but it just didn’t feel “normal”.

Many years passed and I still had that feeling of being different, I was an outcast that did not fit into the box I had been placed in and without the internet I was alone.  As I grew older I had to hide my true self to fit into society.  I felt alone in a family full of love and an empty shell of the person I should have been.  Participating in football and the band I found a small escape from the mental pain.  It only helped for so long.

I quit football in tenth grade and concentrated on playing in the band to continue the path of music but the internal struggle was becoming very deep and this is when I broke.  I could not tell anyone about what I was when I did not know myself and the pain in my head became too great thus leading to the first of many attempts to take my own life.

I managed to make it through to graduate high school but what did the future hold for someone like me.  I managed to secure a job working for a local heating and cooling business and also helped a friend in his business.  I also manage to marry one of the most important people in my life.  My wife and I have been together for 14 years now and I will say she is the strongest person I will ever know.  A few months after the birth of our first daughter I had to sit her down and tell her the pain and she was the first one I let into this world of mine.  The thought of breaking her heart terrified me more than anything because I had (and still have) true love for her.  After her and I moved into our first place I started searching the internet fo clues, answers, or cures yet no magic pill was ever found.  I did however find an amazing person that did not live to far from me who took me under her wing and helped me find the answer to my questions.  Transgender… The label hit me like a ton of bricks.  Like I was an actor in the Springer show, but I can’t be one of those people can I.

Hitting 28 I hit a wall.  I was lost in a sea of thought without any outlet.  Something needed to change, and with the help of my father I finally enrolled into BC3. If there was ever a change, this is the one that saved my life.  In my second semester I had a professor of English who gave what should be a simple task… write a story about yourself.  Well here was a conundrum, who was I to be in this paper, the fake male facade that I showed the world or the inner female.  Well let me tell you that in that class I wrote about the real me, the frightened secret me who was hidden away for years.  I managed to come out in front of a class full of strangers with nothing more than a professor who would not let me give up.

As I continued in my travels with school I was enrolled in a Psychology class with another amazing professor.  She opened my eyes that there was more to life than just “normal” people in society.  She forced me to become more than just another student in the classroom and as time moved on, she became an amazing supporter of me and has stood behind me to push me to the next level.

I sit here now as an almost 34-year-old who did not think I would live to see 21 with some amazing stories that I can tell.  I will say that as this blog progresses I will speak more of the people in my life and the educators who made me the person I am today.  I am Ali, the woman who I repressed most of my life.  I have grown to learn that there is more to life than a label and not to use that same cliché… It gets better.