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Confident girl…

This was, originally, going to be a short post in support of a trans woman who posted on Facebook about how she’d come in for some stick from one of her “friends” recently.

Was going to be…but if you read thru, you’ll see that it poses some other awkward questions as well.

First, the abuse. Out in the supermarket, this individual was approached by another woman, who proceeded to say what low self esteem she must have to “do all that” (meaning transition) to her body.

Huh? Much envy (or other issues!). I posted back to say that maybe she used to have self-esteem issues, but maybe rather fewer now. I know: I speak from experience. As friends constantly remark: I am now a more confident, outgoing, extrovert sort of person than i was all of two years ago.

Or as someone said yesterday, there’s an obvious joy to how i am nowadays. I love the post-transition me: love the experience, love the discovery.

Not always: there are still dark moments, mostly late at night, when i am overwhelmed with grief by the unfairness of it all. How wonderful that i can transition now. How lovely. Yet how unfair that i am only doing so now: that i will never have been a young woman. Worse, that i wasn’t born to a life that should have been.

Enough. Just thinking it makes me sad.

And inbetween times, the general sense is positive.

Not only: but it is now “official”.

Many years back i took the Myers Briggs Personality Type Indicator (MBTI). Ignore the jargon: its one of those tool things that your employers will subject you to from time to time to identify your strengths (and weaknesses) and therefore where and how you need training. The result. I came out as INFP (that’s introvert, intuitive, emotions-based and fairly unscheduled in how i approach the daily grind). There are 16 types and…not many INFP’s. Just 3 out of 200 tested in my workplace.

It tends also to be more regularly associated with being female than male.

What else? The INFP is a shy, dreamy sort of person. “Usually talented writers”, they have a sense of wonder and tend to see life through rose-tinted glasses. Oft to be found working as Writers, Counselors, Teachers or Psychologists. The profile label is something like “Idealist”

Anyhow, i first took the test 20 years ago and have done so at intervals since. Never once have i strayed from coming up as INFP. Until the weekend, when i took it once more and bingo! ENFP. The same. Except the I (introvert) rating has swapped for E (extrovert). And not
marginally, either.

The profile is not dissimilar. Think INFP – only with a tendency to communicate a lot more and enjoying interactions: one profile page gives us as “charming, ingenuous, risk-taking, sensitive, people-oriented individuals”.

There’s still the tendency to be found in roles helping others, but with an extrovert twist: TV presenters now feature, as well as actresses.

All good stuff. All going toward supporting my basic thesis – that if gender was your issue, transition is likely to do you nothing but good. In my own case, it took me from the sidelines, where i always felt somewhat frustrated by what was going on around me – and dumped me into the middle of things.

Have i changed? Dunno. It may be that i was always a covert ENGP – and the introversion was just performance, to disguise my confusion at the world around.

And there is where i would have left it, were it not for a slightly contrary note that i write about below.

jane
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Ch-ch-ch-changes…

Sometimes i wonder why i bother. Oh: not in a bad way.

Its just that when someone else has said what’s going through your mind, and said it well, wittily, insightfully, do i have anything to add. That’s the case today. I started out to talk about whether or not i asm changing.

Not in the obvious, got-new-boobs-and-hips way. But in the sense of whether Jane is just John with extra added femininity – or someone else altogether. My answer is still no: but this post, by “Dr Morbius”, says so much of what i was thinking so much more succinctly.

The thinking started with yet another blog, in which a trans woman observed that a friend had compared her now favourably to how she had been (in fact, describing her previous incarnation as a baloke as a “bit of an arsehole”).

Then, a friend of my own suggested that i “used to be a bit creepy”. Offended? No. Because i know exactly what they mean.

I tried to explain this in gendered terms…and it was about gender, but something else as well. Imagine living a life that isn’t yours: never knowing the right scripts to follow; how to act and react in any given circumstance without looking it up in the handbook of “how to be a bloke”.

Ick! Permanent state of nervousness, insecurity, awkwardness. And sure, i was feminine. Very. Always. But i wasn’t treated as such and never learnt how to act properly as a woman.

Another random comment: another poster suggested that the job of a good therapist is to help the little girl trapped inside to come to terms with herself – and learn to be a confident mature woman. Yesssss! Oh, yes. That thought makes me cry.

I never learnt to be me: all the rest of the world ever saw were random bits and pieces of potential. Because I never learnt how to put those together, no wonder i didn’t fit.

And now. I’m the same as ever. I always loved to dance…but “as a bloke”, that part got shoved into one particular way of looking. Loved parties. Loved clothes. Loved just spending time with other women. So all that’s the same. But different. The same from a different perspective.

I think i’m more coherent. Quite possibly nicer. Definitely happier.

Is that change?

Without a doubt.

Perhaps its time to stop pretending i’m the same woman i always was. i’m not.

which leaves just the one question: whether andrea finds Jane as likeable as John was. I know my own answer to that question – but not, yet, hers.

jane
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Yessssss!

So….if i am starting to get boobs up top…and my hips are getting a little wider too, that means….

between the two, a real waist!

Yes!!!!

New pics tomorrow…and probably the last pics to appear casually in public. Spring…and real change is in the air.

jane

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Beware of Greeks…

Well: knock me down with a day-old doner.

Co-incidence? Or something shifting in the way i present myself.

A couple of posts back i wrote about the first time someone in public had referred to me as “Ma’am”. Sheer irony was my take on it. They couldn’t possibly have mistaken me for female: so they were either having a laugh or, as they were trying to sell me a Big Issue at the time, they were perhaps calculating that i would be so bowled over by their perspicacity that i’d buy one there and then.

But less than a week later, its happening again, and this time its definitely not ironic.

I’m out and about, picking up a large kebab (“with everything”) for t’other half. I stand at one end of the counter, quietly reading a newspaper, when the guy behind the counter calls over: “do you want salt and vinegar with that, Madam?”

I smiled. Then smiled again as i turned, and he went into mega-apology mode. “Oh. Sorry, Sir. I thought… That is…you looked like…”.

People don’t often splutter. He did.

i think it safe to say, from his embarrassment, that he had genuinely taken me for female – and then thought he had committed a terrible faux pas by so doing. i did my best to re-assure him, but in this instance, i think he was beyond consolation.

So there it is. The first time anyone has looked at me and genuinely – albeit briefly – taken me for a woman. I find that gently satisfying – and shall be returning there again for future kebabs.

But perhaps it is not so strange. Another friend turned up this week and took a closer look. My glasses, she said, no longer looked right.

What was wrong?

“Too masculine”, she replied.

Change is definitely in the air.

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