It’s been slightly over one year since my last post. There’s been another singularly long gap in this blog, from 2015-18 before I returned to miniature gaming and thus painting.
I finished a role at work at the end of June last year (2020) and leapt into a bunch of mini projects that had been brewing for some time. That petered out in early September (Morgok’s mob remain unfinished) as my momentum faded. We had been plunged in to a strict lockdown and I could no longer look forward to the prospect of any gaming in person.
I tried other lockdown pursuits – a bit of photography, some baking etc, but the motivation soon fell away there as well and the long, empty days forced me to confront something that had been lurking in my consciousness for some years and in my subconscious since I was born.
Without going into enormous detail in what is ostensibly a hobby blog, I have had a sense of my life being ‘not quite right’ for as long as I’ve been alive.
I’d done what was expected of me, I’d been a good son, travelled, had relationships, settled down and had a child. I had a good job, good friends and yet my life felt ultimately unfulfilling.
The feeling is very difficult to describe, but it’s akin to doing a jigsaw puzzle and have the pieces not fit together neatly even when you know they’re in the right place. It’s kind of a grinding dissatisfaction, a hollowness to your own existence.
On the eve of my 40th birthday in 2015 it came together in a psychic explosion.
I’d been living a lie, I’d been playing role people expected of me. At work, at play, in bed – I’d made a life out of the expected social role that came with my male body.
I was transgender. What the actual fuck? How did this happen?!?
It was the truth, I knew it – because I finally at least on some level felt a sense of satisfaction that the answer had been found. My subconscious had been screaming at me wordlessly all my life and now she’d broken through to the surface.
But what to do about it? Live a ‘true’ life with the potential cost of everything? Job, partner, friends, home – nothing guaranteed except upheaval and heartbreak.
I chose to seek counselling and find a way to cope with the dysphoria – the dissonance created by being a woman living in a man’s body. Please note that mine is not the ‘definitive’ trans experience – which doesn’t exist, just a fairly common one amongst many.
The counselling helped to a degree in dealing with this extremely unpalatable truth, but to resume life as a functional man I doubled down on a work routine and devoted myself to my family. If I filled my life up with activities for the benefit of my family – I would experience happiness through them, and avoid giving me the space to brood over my predicament.
This worked to a degree but my relationship was irrevocably damaged by the revelation, and while we were still best friends, the landscape would shift over ensuing five years. So when the long days of lockdown came, I realised that it was time face up to myself.
A month later after passing through some tedious medical gatekeeping, I was armed with HRT (hormone replacement therapy) and my journey had at long last begun.
I knew I’d be trading one set of problems for another, but it was and still is the right decision. Only another trans person will fully understand the need to feel comfortable in their own skin, to be themselves as most can and do take for granted.
It’s a long, all-consuming road that might seem selfish to an observer. There is a constant mental and emotional tax that comes with transition, it’s truly a slow moving metamorphosis that is expensive and painful. But it’s also freeing and validating to no longer need to deny one’s true nature.
So when will I paint again? I’ve had some false starts over the year firstly when I tried to finish Morgok and then again with the new Kill Team box. I don’t have an event to drive me due to the pandemic and honestly I don’t have the headspace.
I do know that I still love painting minis – it’s not a gendered behaviour that I’m going to shed as part of ridding myself of maleness, it’s just that things will have to settle down first. 2023 maybe?