Skip to main content

22 January - why is telling my wife so difficult?

Having set out to make 2023 my year to start transition and been doing a few small things towards that for over three weeks now, the big un-done task is talking to my wife about it.  During this time, I have been through a few cycles of "am I doing the right thing?" but (as I wrote yesterday) I have (for now) figured it all out and rationalised to myself why full transition is what is needed for me to truly be able to be the person I feel I am and need to be.  

The logical immediate next step would therefore be to charge out of the closet full-speed and tell my wife and family this is who I am and what I am doing.  Today, I had plenty of time alone with her and so the ideal opportunity.   

Of course I didn't actually do that.  

I just thought about it, worried about it, felt uncertain, didn't say anything, and then the opportunity had passed.  

Why do I keep doing this?

Partly, it is scary because coming out is a one-way ticket.  Once she knows, she can't unknow.  If I am wrong or backtrack for whatever reason and try to go back to being as I am now, I never will be able to, because she (and whomever else I tell) will always ad forever know that I thought I was trans.  Irreversible things are more frightening than things that can be undone.  

In theory, one's spouse ought to be one's closest relationship.  The person who has vowed to stand by you "for better or worse".  Yet, when it comes to this, she feels like the last person in the world that I can talk to and be open with.  I know social media and other trans women that I have communicated with online, that this is a common issue.  

Certainly there are things that I can talk to her about, but I think all relationships are built on actual or assumed knowledge of the other person, which accumulates over time and forms our beliefs of who that person is and expectations of how they will behave and react to events and what we do.  We learn from the inputs we receive from our partners that doing 'x' will be well received, but doing 'y' will lead to an argument, so to maintain the relationship, we conform to what is expected of us and the beliefs become self-reinforcing.  

The problem with my situation is that my wife's foundational beliefs about who I am and what our relationship is, are founded on the idea that I am a man and her husband.  Therefore, to tell her I am a woman and intend to transition is to destroy this core underlying foundation.  And as I said earlier, in an irreversible way. 

Not only that, my gender, or at least her expectation of it, is fundamental to our relationship.  She wouldn't be in any kid of relationship with me had she always known me as a woman.  Coming out to pretty much anyone else doesn't matter, as gender isn't critical to any other relationship. 

Therefore, to change this fundamental belief is going to be such a huge issue for her, how can the revelation be anything other than the hardest thing to tell her?     


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

23 Sep 2025 - a handbag?

I have not been out presenting female in public for about six months which is a long time.   The last time was my trip to London when I went out to the bar and dinner, which felt great, and to breakfast in the hotel which was less successful. At that time, I felt confident and like I could do this.   Following my wife catching me out with some of my underwear, I cut my hair, put away my clothes and didn’t do anything for a while. It seems my confidence got lost in that too, because when I started thinking about going out dressed again, I felt really nervous about it.  Probably doesn’t help that the anti-trans lobby had successes during this time and it feels a less safe thing to be doing now than it did six months ago.  Whatever the reason, I was pretty scared this time.  The biggest mental hurdle is around changing from male to female clothing, as I have to leave the office and arrive at the mall in male clothing, then be back in male clothing to go home so...

27 May 26 - does my brain actually have a “girl mode”?

As I keep reflecting on my night out as Nicola last week there are a lot of questions and ideas that are swirling around in my head.  One is, whether my brain has a “girl mode”, because I felt so different and behaved in ways that were unfamiliar to me.  The really distinct difference in how I felt this time was that I didn’t feel like I was a man in a dress at all, I just felt like me. I remember thinking that this is what it is like to be “inhabiting womanhood”. Evidently I have ridiculously pretentious notions after a few drinks, but it was what I was feeling. This is what it is like to actually be a woman. Less pretentious.  An odd thing, but one which does make me wonder if my brain has some kind of “switch”, is that I looked at women differently. I am exclusively attracted to women and I am attracted to boobs and bums as much as the next man (cringe at associating with being a man). I know it is impolite to stare at a woman’s chest, and I make a conscious effort no...

21 May 2026 - a night out

Having a night on my own in London, I wanted to go out presenting female and get some more “real life experience”.  I had drinks and dinner with some colleagues early evening and to be honest had already had too much wine before I went out later by myself. This probably helped my confidence, although not my coordination with nail polish and mascara, which were a bit slapdash to say the least.  I remember last year getting in a lift in the hotel in a dress ready to go out, and being self conscious of people staring at me. This time, didn’t give it a thought. Likewise going into the underground and being on the train with other people. I didn’t notice if anyone looked at me and nor did I care. I was just me being me and wearing a skirt didn’t feel like a Thing, I wasn’t conscious of my clothes at all.  Similarly walking through a busy Soho to the bar, I just felt like I normally do walking around town.  Got to She Soho. Amazingly the bouncer asked me for ID. I’m 51...