january 22, 2023
The thing I suppose I was least ready for after transition was how much I would feel things. I didn't cry almost at all from age 15 to my mid-20s, and then I found myself crying a lot when the post-dissociation wave of emotion hit me. I hoped, as with many first-year fears and new feelings, that the tears would fade too. They really never have, and so I'm entering my third year of transition still unsure what to do with "getting sad sometimes".
It's not like I was happy, before - I'm much happier now, and I mean it. I used to spend months at a time thinking incredibly harmful, self-destructive thoughts; now I spend very little time on them and I consciously try to stop them before they spiral. That surge of emotion brought joy, satisfaction, contentedness, the ability to actually love wholly, and a host of other positive feelings with it, too.
It's just that I feel more childish now because of all that emotion. Stoicism, despite my distaste for it intellectually, is still hard-wired into my brain as What Adults Do. I cry over silly things (this photo? thought I'd lost my camera's remote trigger after I'd spent a bunch of time getting ready for boudoir photos, and it made me weep), I don't have a Big Career at NASA anymore, and I spend time making art about love and daydreaming about photography just like I did when I was a kid. I don't know how to be a grown woman.
But who does? I look around at a world run by people who annihilated their emotions and I think it has made them less compassionate, less human, and certainly not more adult. Is that really what I aspire to? Or instead, should I remind myself that it's okay to cry, even when the emotions feel like they're all so much to handle for what feels like the first time I've ever experienced them so sharply?
