Hello! My girlfriend came out to me as trans a few weeks ago. I love and support him no matter what. We’ve already discussed some things pertaining to transitioning to male even though he isn’t quite sure if he wants to go through with it or not. There is one thing I feel like I need to ask someone who has already been through it. What have been things your wife has done to help you transition?

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:

  • Making awkward appointments at gynecological specialists for me when I needed my hysto.
  • Sensing when I am dysphoric and allowing me space, comfort and time to heal.
  • She gives me my testosterone – I take Reandron (4ml of liquid) and it’s far too intense for me to self inject in my thigh – which is where I prefer to do shots when I do them myself. She does them in my buttocks.
  • She took care of me after my various surgeries.

The list is seemingly endless now that I think about it. I couldn’t have done this without my Wife.

2014.

FIrstly, Happy New Year to every single one of you. May 2014 be a joyous and peaceful year for you all.

Last week, I quit my job that I had gotten shortly after arriving in the rural town we now reside. A member of my extended family runs a buisness here in town, and she was unable to keep up with the bookwork and wages due to having another job and four children. So she offered the job to me, which I graciously accepted. Same rate of pay as my previous job, less hours however in an air conditioned office and I don’t have to literally run to keep up with customer demand. Lovely.

I do however feel a little bit shit for quitting the other job due to the amount of money it was bringing our family. Realistically it was the most money we have made as a family to date. When paying bills we didn’t usually have to take money off one bill to put on another, which was relieving.

I was however out of the house before sunrise most mornings, and was tired and grumpy upon my return home. K was making it known he did not like me working such hours, and my poor Wife was struggling with working and tending to the house on her own.

We have always lived by the motto of “Work to live, don’t live to work” and I was going back on that. It felt as though I wasn’t being a good Husband or Father, only a good employee.

So, new job abounds and a bit more time to do things for my family now, which is great.

Long time no write.

I’ve had two days off in a row (half way through the second one as I type) and it’s been fairly hectic. I haven’t felt as though the opportunity to rest has presented itself.

Christmas is becoming alarmingly imminent, and with my days filled with excruciating 4am (4:30am at best) starts – I’d almost forgotten about Christmas entirely. It’s been Work, Home, Eat, Kid, Sleep, Repeat.

Christmas is the absolute most magical time of year to have Children around. K is really amping up and it’s lovely to witness. I feel jealous of that “free” feeling when (in Australia, anyway) the school year is winding to a halt and the last few days of school are filled with scorching hot days, class parties and icy-poles.

I shouldn’t tout; I get three days off over Christmas (because I put in for them). Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Boxing Day. We are traveling to and from another State to be with my Parents on Eve and Boxing Day – a lot of travel for a very short visit.

I’ve always had at least a week off over the Christmas period; often up to three weeks at a time. It doesn’t help that my Wife gets three whole weeks off with our Son before she has to go back to work in the New Year, and he back to school some weeks later.

I am greatful that this job has allowed me to indulge my family and friends with nicer gifts than I otherwise would have been able to aquire this Holiday season. It’s relieving not having to “rob Peter to pay Paul” as my Father would say – to put off paying bills or debts or this and that in order to create the Christmas we feel our Son deserves.

We are by no means where we want to be, financially speaking. But if I keep this up for a half dozen months I can get a loan for a house on my wage alone. Let alone combined with my Wife’s income.
And – get this – the mortage repayments per week will be less than we were paying for a week’s rent when living in the city.

I’ll have it paid off in under ten years.

Hey dude, awesome page. I will be following as I plan to be a dad some day and it’s nice to see someone going through that process as a trans man before me! I just got one of the new tsw stp packers and like it better than my peecock (which felt cheap and broke)… Check out my page if ya like :)

Hey, thanks for the kind words – glad this blog is useful to some.

I also appreciate the recommendation regarding the TSW STP; but I’m not currently in the market for a new STP.

I’ve had my current Generation 1 Peecock for approximately 4 years, using it every single day and it’s only recently begun to wear away and begin to break – not really even break just more wear away from friction. Four years of continual use has far exceeded the lifespan I thought the product would originally have, so I haven’t really had anything negative to say with regards to the longevity of my particular Peecock. They do however leave something to be desired in terms of realism – but that’s a compromise I’m willing to take as it does what I want it to in all other areas.

Edit:
I just researched the TSW STP’s and unfortunately the reason I’m so enamored with the Peecock is it’s 3-in-1 ability to become a hard prosthetic without having to switch “equipment”. The ease of use for an STP and/or packer is simply a bonus for me.

Are you worried about your trans status becoming known in such a small town?

In short, yes. But I’m concerned about my trans status being common knowledge wherever I am.

Here, I have some family. They’re very prominent members of this community and well respected due to business relations and town social standings. This is useful in the fact that if shit ever does hit the fan; they’ll be on my side fighting for me.

I almost feel as though things are so simple here, people are so straight forward that at times it feels less likely for anyone to ever out me due to the fact that trans people are invisible here. There is no knowledge about trans issues. I’m not even sure if people here would know it’s possible to transition from female to male.

Perhaps I’m not giving the town folk enough credit, but here I am seen as a short, odd little “alternative” man with a Wife and Son. Nothing more. The only reason people give me and my family a second look in this town is because we haven’t altered our dress sense to fit in – we appear more “city” than “country”. 

I have been with my family for a little over a week now.

To say things are hectic is certainly an understatement, but I’m loving every second of it. I’ve been on riverside bush walks with K, my Wife and our new Dog (who we’ll call D). I’ve cleaned the entire house which was overwhelming my Wife, I’ve cleaned and sorted out the garage and actually have places to put my tools!

I’ve built dog-proof fences, mowed and walked not only K to and from school most days, but by proxy the dog also.

I’ve had roast dinners with my In-Law’s, played Rummiking until bedtime with family, had a good dozen or so coffee’s on the front porch, overlooking our street. Dog and cat by my feet.

I’ve picked up some odd-jobs which actually pay (albeit minimally, but any port in a storm) and am introducing myself to one of the local Drama/Performing Arts schools here in town this coming Thursday. Word has spread via my Wife that I have arrived with Qualifications pertaining to that area, and rumor has it they’re very interested to meet someone who has any kind of qualifications – current employees possess none, only experience.

I am apprehensive; it’s all about social interactions here. Very very small town, so there is perhaps three degrees of seperation between most folk at max. Everyone loves a good gossip.

My Wife gently let me know it would be best for my first impression if I shaved off my beard which has gotten unruly over the last few weeks. I’ve had better things to do than shave.
I’m kind of a bit smitten with it now, it’s a pity it will have to go.

But she’s right; it’s working with youth and in order to appear more my actual age and not ten years older, I should endeavor to groom myself.

Big, big changes. I find myself feeling a little overwhelmed at times – I want to accomplish so much, and I want it all done yesterday. I am slowly wading through “to do” lists I had made in the last few months for when I arrived.

The land here is beautiful. I am an exceptionally lucky man to be able to be this close to such glorious bushland and river systems, an abundance of natural rescources alongside flora and fauna.

I take nothing for granted.

I got sent an invitation to do Honors in the mail.
I am flattered, and it’s certainly something I would love to undertake. 

But not next year. 

This coming year belongs to no one else but my family and work.