Just The Good Bits

ShamanGal, well, she learned to compartmentalize her feelings.   For someone who knew from a young age that they had a feminine heart but had to seem like a good boy, it was the perfect strategy.  After all, all the other guys were compartmentalizing their feelings, so why wouldn’t that strategy work for her?

The plan was simple.   The only way she would live as a woman was if she failed at manhood.   If she was in a gutter, covered with vomit and urine, that would be the sign that she failed and it was time to transition.

The reality wasn’t that simple.  She kept pushing the envelope and failing in new and different ways.   Getting fired, ending up in hospital for another orthopædic surgery, going back to live with Mom, all sorts of failures that started to have a cumulative effect on her body and her life.

Eventually, she realized that there was no other choice but to transition.   The one thing she was sure of, though, is that transition didn’t mean surrender.   She didn’t have to stop compartmentalizing her feelings, didn’t have to let go and let God.

All this changed when she got a good tech job as a woman.    She realized in the first few weeks that she could play the same, tough, ballsy, I don’t care game she played when trying to look like a guy, or she could actually ask for help, actually surrender.

The job has been going great for six months now, including overseas trips to clients and lots of great girlfriends in the office.

When I see her number on my caller ID, though, I know that things aren’t going so well.  I answer to hear her “chasing her own tail,” spinning round in her mind as she tried to take back control of her life by putting everything back into compartments.

“If this is true, isn’t that false?  Why is the world so bad?  When I see failure, doesn’t that portend failure for me?   Should I tell or should I stay compartmentalized?  Do I have to stand up and scream, or is just being present enough?  I’m so confused!”

My response is the same every time.  I can offer a bit of spiritual wisdom, but while I know how to say it in a polished way, the truth is that she really knows it already.

What I have to do is hit her and stop the brain spin, end the pointless argument and demand that she actually listen to her heart and engage her own feelings.  She knows what feels good and what feels bad, but her ego wants to argue away those feelings rather than surrender to them, wants to put them in nice pigeon holes, make binary answers, celebrating fear uncertainty and doubt.   She knows how to cripple herself with old tales of terror, leaving her unable to trust her own nature.

Once I get her to listen to her heart, I remind her that the key part of growth is getting over her own damn self, to surrender Dorothy, to do the ultimate trans operation and pull the stick out of her own ass.

She needs, though, to find a way to talk herself off the ledge.   She has found laughter works sometimes — watching a “Katie KaBoom” cartoon in her head, for example — but often the ego spinning is too much to stop.

She knows that actually feeling her feelings is the only way to find and trust her heart, and knows that whenever she tries to manipulate and control life gets uncomfortable very, very fast.    Still, her brain has so much training in compartmentalization that the urge remains, even if trying to cut apart her own spirit always causes her pain and suffering.

“I’m OK feeling my feelings,” she told me, “I really am.  The problem is that there are so many of, good and bad.  It gets so confusing!”

“Can’t I just feel the good feelings?” she plaintively asked.

I laughed.   The perfect solution, just voiding the laws of emotional physics.

“Sure!” I joked.  “Just take the good parts of your feelings, and while you are at it, just take the good parts of being a woman, and heck, why not include the good parts of being a man, too?   Why should anyone have to suffer through downsides when they can just compartmentalize them away?”

She groaned.

It’s the solution so many people have tried, just eliminating the bad feelings by papering them over.   Usually, the technique involves stuffing the dark holes with something; shopping, food, booze, sex, drugs, whatever.    When feeling your feelings is too much, just stuff them, trying to maintain control by compartmentalization.

ShamanGal knows that the brilliant and happy moments in her life are when she makes a heart-to-heart connection with another person.  That doesn’t stop her, though, from latching onto the bad moments, starting a spin in her head, trying desperately to box up her own feelings and put her ego back into control.   Surrender still feels terrifying, and her own damn self doesn’t always want to be got over.

When we try to just take the good parts, we miss the messages that we need to grow, to mature, to develop.    Avoiding discomfort is the call of the ego, trying to keep us feeling under control, out of the need for transformation, and staying stuck.  The transpeople ShamanGal sees who are stuck, well, they are all avoiding discomfort and all consequently trapped in their own tail spin.

The only way out of hell is through.  Engaging even the painful bits is the way to process them and find new and breathtaking good bits.

That means, of course, tearing your compartments apart, walking through walls, finding connection and integrity.   It means accepting yourself and others as a whole person, not just a construct of your mind.

Surrender, Dorothy.   Get over your own damn self.  And become new.

That’s where the good bits are.

2 thoughts on “Just The Good Bits”

  1. OMG you wrote for me again. Accentuate the positive eliminate the negative and don’t mess with Mr in between. My motto my song hasn’t really helped me be in touch with myself. I paper my bad feelings over as you say ignore them argue they aren’t real. Then The spin begins. It is my goal this year to face what I have refused to heretofore. We have the same struggle but with different beginnings. Different locus. Mine the religion i was raised in my emotionally and verbally and physically abusive father my sexual predator male family members Uncle cousin and school mate. Self esteem the rape the abusive first husband. Yours just in being who you are. Me not sure who I am. Wow. Both women both spin. I’m glad you are there to talk her out of her tree. I do that for my mom. Who’ll do it for me? I love that you are human. We Have so much in common with a different cause. ♡

  2. Just spoke with ShamanGal about a why a friend who still lives between genders has more dates than she does. She realized that it’s because her friend doesn’t have to date in real life, only in her transgender compartment, which lets the friend take more risks.

    “When I wore a wig I was unstoppable,” ShamanGal told me. “I could have sex with anyone, and didn’t care when people cursed at me or threw bottles. I knew that all I had to do was take a shower, get some sleep and tomorrow, I would be back in boy mode, the trans part of me compartmentalized off.

    “When I transitioned, though, everything changed. My mother wanted to know why I couldn’t just go to the store and buy yogourt or spinach. It took them going to therapy with me to let them understand how tearing down those compartment walls made me face my own pain and challenge.”

    It’s not just transpeople who compartmentalize their lives. Lots of women born female use a magic potion to open their secret world, often a potion called tequila.

    Breaking down the walls is how we get to healing. But it’s also how we get to feeling.

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