Early thirties post-transition stealth Father and Husband
I sincerely apologize for my absence, or lack of posting.
Recently I’ve undertaken a new business venture – in effect started my own business and have already filled my client spaces, so I am exceptionally busy.
I’m still able to respond to questions and asks, I just don’t have enough energy to formulate my own thoughtful posts at the present time.
Good things come to those who wait!
There was certainly a time in my life where I was completely sure I would never have children, nor did I ever think I would want to be a Father.
I grew up stating adamantly that I would never have children, much to my parent’s disgust.
This all changed when I fell in love with my now Wife. When we met, I literally fell for her upon first gaze. At first, neither of us saw what we had as a lasting thing. Three days into knowing her, and having spent every waking hour with her since meeting she told me about K – who was 11 months old at the time and staying with his Grandmother as Wife was on holidays.
I was terrified of meeting K. I walked into the lounge room and saw his gorgeous blue eyes and blonde hair, and knew in that second this was my home. My Wife was my soul mate.
Within minutes, my Wife remarked that K must have soiled his nappy (diaper). Without hesitation I stood up, asked where the wipes and new nappies were and changed my first nappy.
My Wife was taken aback, to say the least. I’d never changed a kid’s nappy before, but seen it done countless times. I’m not scared of a little bit of poo – haha.
And that was it. It just… it was right. I cannot explain how I just “knew” that this was it, this is my family and this is forever. Almost ten years later, over one year married – I still maintain meeting K was the best damn decision I’ve ever made in my life.
[Edited to remove some unneeded, personal information]
I have to write an important post about things that happened while visiting my parents, but I don’t have time right now.
This is a placeholder/reminder to myself.
I’m at my parents house helping them out. I showed my father my new pocket knife and he was sooo enamoured with it he exclaimed “Wow! I love it!”. I told him he could have it and he said “no way!”.
I’m going to leave it on his desk with a note before I leave.
Work was hell today. Glad that’s over.
So, my inbox seems to have eaten a few questions.
If you’ve sent a question/ask in recently and I haven’t gotten to it, feel free to send it again.
Hey,
It’s awesome that you’re so supportive of your boyfriend. Good for you and good for him!
Things that my Wife does to help me go far beyond transition, but off the top of my head I would say valuable transition-related help has come in the way of:
The list is seemingly endless now that I think about it. I couldn’t have done this without my Wife.
Ugh, my answer didn’t show up.
Hey man, firstly I’d like to commend you on your bravery regarding reaching out to someone. It’s often the most difficult step to take.
Secondly, here’s a list of worldwide crisis help lines which you might like to keep handy in case there’s no one you feel as though you can speak to. These people are specifically trained and will even be able to refer you to people in your local area sometimes.
Finally, I can attest that it does and can get better. I have been down many a dark road in my time thus far, and even took a very dark path where I attempted to take my own life.
I am living proof that people like us can get through this shit.
Hang in there man.
Sure did. Sides of my hands, knucles, toes, under my eyes, on my nose. You name it; I probably have hair there.
Good news is if you don’t like it – wax.
Doing home maintenance using the tools my Father gave me means a lot to me.
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