When I found out that my husband was transgender I did what we all do nowadays, I turned to google; I wanted to learn, I wanted to understand.I began to find all the information about what it means to be trans that I needed. But where were the people like me? The people who loved a trans person, the wives, the partners, the families, surely they must be out there? They were harder to find, the first things I found were negative, tales of marriages broken, of families torn apart, that wasn’t what I was looking for so I kept looking. Gradually I found a few positive stories, blogs that shared the tale of a transition where two people journeyed together and of marriages that survived this, even became better and stronger and I felt there was hope. We joined twitter and found a friendly community of trans people and some spouses. Just knowing that there are other people out there that understand helps so much. Knowing that you are not alone means so much, especially when you are living through something that society as a whole really doesn’t yet understand, something which makes you stand out, means you are different.
So here I am nearly three years later starting my own blog. But why? Because if even one person reads some of my rambling and feels encouraged, or if just one person faced with the mind blowing revelation that their spouse is trans finds this and it gives them hope that they can have a future together, then it is worth sharing our story.
It’s a blog about loving the person on the inside not the package, about journeying together hand in hand prepared to face whatever lies ahead, about daring to stand out from the crowd and say “This is me!” Everyone deserves the chance to be the most genuine version of themselves that they can be and I intend to do everything I can to help Amy on that journey. I’m not saying it’s going to be easy but then very few things in life are and we’ll just keep on working at it.