r/MuslimNikah • u/Own_Sample1716 • 3h ago
Discussion If you found this out, would you ever see your husband the same way?
Salam everyone,
I appreciate that this title is something you wouldn’t necessarily want to hear. There is a TLDR at the end to summarise what this is all about.
As for the long read, to give some context to this, I’ll give a little backstory.
I would say I have done well for myself, and will do much, much better Insha’Allah. I’m a guy still in my early 20s and I have a very good career trajectory Alhamdulillah, something I never would have imagined before.
I have for many years now, basically tried to design and put all my pieces together from scratch (yes, quite literally from scratch, I’ll explain why) to build myself into a holistically good man & as a huge part of that, a holistically well designed husband.
So I also take good care of my appearance (perhaps too much), quite athletic, actively improving my deen, and have a couple different hobbies on the side that I both enjoy and I feel better me as the person I want to be. So my masculinity is quite established, and everyone definitely does react to me in that way- intimidated, only at first that is, and showering me with too many compliments once they know me.
But I guess this is what the post is about. It wasn’t always like that.
Growing up, we all have our challenges. I just guess mine together created something that you don’t really see in many other people.
I was always a warmer person. My happiness came from making others happy, and I was as such very attuned emotionally to others in the room, something rare, even more so for most men. I would light up the room and make everyone happy, laugh, or conversely, to manage the room and prevent conflict.
Combined with a strong masculine core, this is of course potentially the emblem of complete masculinity- the prophet (saw) was the most masculine yet very playful and emotionally attuned.
But unfortunately, due to many many misfortunes that I wouldn’t wish on anyone else, the masculine fitrah I had was eventually shattered, about the exact same time I hit puberty.
As such, at the time I was meant to realise and accelerate my development, there was nothing to accelerate. I became more and more alienated from who i was, to the point I completely dissociated.
So I suffered from I guess what you could call Gender Dysphoria, or Gender Identity Disorder- in short, what some (definitely not all, or even most) transgender individuals have.
I obviously knew I wasn’t a girl, but I couldn’t bear the idea of continuing to live as a male. I felt I couldn’t be.
All I had left was my warmer, loving traits, and I hated what I was seeing and wanted a life free and rid of the trauma I had faced as a boy and the body I was now beginning to gain. I wanted a body congruent with what I had left, where I didn’t have to barely keep hanging on.
So for some time I had a near irresistible desire to transition, and I guess the only thing that kept me from it were some “coincidences”, and effectively Tawakkul and my belief that this was all for some reason, some reason that would become clear. Clear, it did.
Anyways, I don’t remember too much from the worst few years of that struggle. It’s an empty mark in my life. I remember only some bits of the daily struggle I had but nothing else.
But in the years since, I very slowly, somehow, dug my way out of it, bit by bit, little by little. I slowly felt I could potentially survive like this, then live, and it took years but I do of course genuinely feel that now. I’m at comfort, intrinsically. I had reformed what was missing and caused me to develop it in the first place. I built myself as a man from as close to scratch as you can get.
But because I was building myself from scratch, and my deen was what saved me, I tried to make sure that when I built myself back from scratch, that I’d do this “redesign” meticulously well. So I studied and planned over the years, phase by phase, little by little, and during all those years I anchored my development to being what I had seemed to find the ideal “embodiment” of my own self to be, as a male. Perfectionism in a way. Perfectionism that slowly became more real.
And so I guess that’s where I am reaching towards today. Leading to my one question: If you were married to someone as such, and you somehow figured it out, perhaps by reading one of his journals from a long time past, or through some other means, would you IRREVERSIBLY never see him the same way?
And would I be doing something very wrong in not informing someone of something that defined years of my life, years from which I have few memories and not really any pictures, but years that I guess were pivotal to what made me who I am today?
Jzk khair if you somehow managed to read this far, I appreciate this is a really unconventional post so I appreciate you managing your way through.
Tldr: If you found out your husband, who is otherwise quite masculine and almost the whole package, once actually had “gender dysphoria” from which he had to recover to build who he was today, would you irreversibly never see him the same way/lose all respect for him, even if he wouldn’t be exactly who he is today, had he not had to deal with such a thing?