About me

I’m Annika Kappenstein, a woman living in a man’s body. I invite you to join me on my journey to discover my True Self. Please look around, comment, and come back often. My door is always open.

And just in case you were wondering about the title… for the first year of my transition I chose to go by the name Olga, which was pretty much a working title until I had things figured out. 

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Thursday
Mar012012

Changes

This is the last entry in this journal. I have moved on, there is no closet anymore.

One year ago yesterday I poured myself the last drink and rolled a last smoke. Two weeks earlier I had started what should become the greatest transformation of my life, the practice of yoga. During the past 12 months I have not only lost a lot of weight, become sober and gained flexibility (both in the body and the mind), I have also become a spiritual seeker.

The synergistic effects this journey had and still has on my gender transition are enormous. Yoga has given me grace, stability and balance, both physically and mentally. It has allowed me to open myself up — to myself. While the hormone treatment slowly but steadily feminizes my body, I have started to know my soul, the core of my very being that has no gender. And most importantly, I have finally started to find true and unconditional love — love for other beings and love for myself.

So far, however, I have only scratched the surface. I feel the urge to go deeper into my practice, and at the same time, I have the strong desire to give something back. I have enrolled in Kashi Atlanta’s 200 hour Classical Yoga Teacher Training program. Yes, that’s right — just a year after taking the very first yoga class of my life, at the age of 42, I am training to become a yoga teacher. What better way to find bliss than to share the gift of yoga, that has pretty much saved my life, with other (trans?) people who can possibly experience the same?

I am planning to start a new online journal which is focused on my yoga practice, and I might migrate this content over into some sort of archive… but when this site comes up for its yearly renewal at the end of April, it will be gone. 

I will post the link to my new journal here once I have set it up. Hope to see y’all on the other side.

Namaste! I love you all.

Tuesday
Dec062011

Bad time for full-time

So, apparently Mercury is in retrograde.

I don’t know what that means exactly, I’ve never been into astrology. A friend (and yoga teacher) told me that in this constellation you’re not supposed to start anything new, it is a time when you revisit what you have accomplished and reflect on past experiences. Pretty bad timing for going full-time I suppose.

Interestingly enough a lot of things in my life seem to move backwards right now. This might all be a coincidence and certainly doesn’t make me subscribe to my daily horoscope on Facebook now, but on the other hand I’m also not in the business of flat-out dismissing things anymore.

My weight loss, for example, which had been at a stand still for a couple of weeks, is lately running in reverse — the overly technical-polite way of saying I’m gaining weight again. I’m back at 177 pounds, that’s up 10 from my lowest point right after completing the detox in mid-September. This shouldn’t be a surprise, though. Since it has gotten colder outside, I’m not riding my bike nearly as much as I used to. The last 25+ mile ride was three months ago. I’m also eating more, especially at dinner. And I can’t get away from the chocolate.

While the last immediate cause for my gender dysphoria has now been eliminated, and I can finally enjoy being myself at work, the stress is certainly not over. Reality is starting to sink in… The reality of a much longer bathroom routine in the morning (I won’t leave the house without make-up anymore). The reality of constantly checking my voice (my pitch drops if I forget). The reality of having to perform my duties in front of clients who experience me as my true self for the very first time (I need to give my best and look my best and be all natural). The reality of my coworkers sometimes slipping with the name (they are all doing a fantastic job, by the way).

The reality of… not being able to go back anymore. After orbiting planet Fem for quite some time, I finally crash-landed my little spaceship on the surface. I won’t be leaving this planet ever again, and it is still new and sometimes a little strange here. I knew it was a one-way trip, but still… now I HAVE to move forward, deeper into uncharted territory and away from everything I was once familiar with, however painful it has been.

For the record, it is quite a lovely planet (unlike Mercury). But after a full day of full-time reality show I’m usually ready for a date with my cat, my couch, my TV and a big piece of Trader Joe’s chocolate cake. And in a way that’s not too different than what my life was like two years ago — substitute one stress for the other and the cake for the bottle, and you’re looking at pretty much the same pattern — okay, minus the mind-numbing properties of the booze. But the scary thing is, it’s getting worse lately. Today I didn’t go to the ashram after work, although I had signed up for this special meditation class I was looking forward to attending. I just couldn’t deal with it, wanted to be home alone. Blame Mercury?

Perhaps. But maybe the problem is elsewhere. Now that I’m full-time, the next major milestone in my transition will be surgery, and it will be at least a year until then. For the first time since I started my journey across gender, there is no urge to move forward. I look okay, I don’t have to shave (my face) anymore, my breasts are noticeable now… I don’t have to put a lot of effort into my appearance to be passable. The effort is now shifting towards the social component, I am actively settling into my new gender role. And that takes a lot of energy.

Besides Mercury, there’s another issue making this a rather bad time for full time. The economy is just not recovering as we would like it to see, and transitioning is indeed expensive. Not counting the money I pay for therapy, I have spent around $5,000 on doctor visits, medication, hair removal and legal fees so far. Surgery will set me back at least another $20K, and will most likely be postponed until I have recovered financially. I really don’t want to be rich, just to be able to relax a little… and have the junk between my legs removed. But that’s probably beyond the powers of Mercury. And I’m grateful for all that I have, because I know that so many people have less and need more.

Saturday
Nov122011

More letters

I believe this will be the last one. Yesterday evening I sent the following message to some of my friends on his old and pretty much abandoned Facebook account. 

The response so far has been great, friend requests are trickling in and I have received a couple of heartfelt personal messages. I will probably spend the most part of the day tomorrow answering these and all the emails I have received in response to the message from the company.

As for the peeps who have a problem with my transition (I assume there will be some), I don’t expect to hear from them.


It felt pretty weird logging in as him and seeing the Facebook world from a perspective I no longer have. I described it to friends (on my real Facebook account) as snooping around in an old and abandoned train station. I’m planning to deactivate this account next weekend.

 

Thursday
Nov102011

To all friends, clients and business partners…

Finally, two weeks later than planned, after great internal collaboration (which included some friendly haggling over pronouns) and an unexpected technical problem with our email distribution system, the following letter was sent out this afternoon to everyone on the company’s email list:

 

Dear friend of [the company]:

As some of you are aware, last year we learned our creative director suffered from Gender Identity Disorder (GID), the formal diagnosis used by psychologists and physicians to describe persons who experience significant discontent with the gender they were assigned at birth.

Individuals born with GID find themselves compelled to deal with it at different times of their lives. Our creative director, through a therapeutic process of self-discovery and acceptance, has embarked on a path of bringing the physical body and social presentation into congruence with her true gender. Accordingly, please join us in welcoming Annika Kappenstein!

Away from work, Annika has been living full-time as a woman for a while now, but we acknowledge that this will take a little getting used to in a business environment. After considering the matter, we at [the company] have concluded that this is a non-issue for us. Our team will carry on as we have for 15 years, delivering the best consulting, creative thinking and strategic execution in our power.

We have started addressing Annika by her new name and referring to her with female pronouns, whether she is present or not. We slip up pretty often, but we and Annika understand that this is a normal process and to be expected. The next time you will meet Annika face-to face, she will be presenting as as a woman, wearing women’s clothes and possibly a little make-up. 

In case her transition might cause you any discomfort, please don’t hesitate to let any of us know. For our part, we are very glad that Annika has found a way forward that has renewed her energy and reinvigorated her spirit, and we intend to support her fully through her remaining transition. We also anticipate that her creativity and world-class brand consulting skills will be enhanced, not diminished — a result that benefits both us and you.

For those interested, Annika has provided a personal letter providing more details. Should you have any questions or thoughts on the matter, please don't hesitate to let us know.

Warmest Regards,
[The company] team 

 

For the most part I’m very happy with the wording. Without patting myself on the back here, I really think it shows that communication is our expertise. I just feel slightly uncomfortable with the term GID, because I don’t see being trans* as a disorder. I have to admit, though, that this definition does an adequate job of explaining it to a cis-gendered person who might be confused by the term transsexual, and we make it a point to emphasize that it’s not a mental condition. 

Some facts and figures, like the prevalence of transsexualism that I had inserted in the original draft, were cut because we couldn’t find reliable and consistent sources to back them up. After all, research in this field is still spotty, and unfortunately many of the so-called statistics turn out to be not much more than opinions.

The following personal message is more or less the original letter that I had written. It was meant to be send alongside a note from the president, but we later had the idea that the letter should come from all employees, to emphasize the support from everyone. It is now accessible via a link from the above email. 

 

A personal message to all friends, clients and business partners of [the company]:

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to address the issue of my condition and subsequent dealings with it in an open and personal way. What should be a rather private affair, not unlike the state of one’s sexual orientation, is unfortunately a condition that is unfolding in the open, for everyone else to see. Privacy, for the most part, is not an option.

Most of you who have known me during the course of the last year or so might have noticed the changes in my appearance… most notably that I started growing out my hair and that I lost a lot of weight. I have also gotten quite a few comments that I just look much happier. The explanation I have usually given was that it comes from taking better care of myself through exercise and a healthy, mindful diet. Which is actually true, but now you know that there is more to it.

I am a male-to-female transsexual person. To me it feels like that I am a woman that has been born with a male body. According to the latest clinical studies this happens to roughly one in 500 people and is caused by a hormonal imbalance of the mother during pregnancy. 

Due to its nature I have had this condition for all my life, although for the most part I did not exactly know what it was. I can best describe it as a profound feeling of “being different” on a very deep, fundamental level. Unfortunately this has caused me to regard myself as defective and inadequate for most of my adult life, because I have never been able to perform what society expected from me in my male role. It has caused me and loved ones some grave unhappiness and pain.

About three years ago, with the help of therapists, I began a slow, gradual process of discovery, realization, and finally self-acceptance. In Spring of 2010 I started the actual transition, the necessary process of bringing my physical body and social presentation in congruence with my true gender. The goal of my transition is to come as close to a genetic woman as possible, because only then will I be able to live the happy and “normal” life I have been longing for since puberty. 

Although I was very relieved when I finally accepted my condition, I soon realized that the process of transitioning is not only a risky path, but also very demanding — not only for me, but also for everybody close to me. Transitioning “on the job” is considered especially difficult. I am very grateful for the acceptance and support I have received from everyone here at [the company]. The team have been exceptionally helpful and understanding, and so far my transition at work has turned out to be — more than I could ever have hoped for — a non-issue.

So, what does this all mean for you? 

Regardless of whether we work closely together or you just know me by (my old) name, I want to assure you that my dedication and passion for the work I am doing — for you and with you — have not and will not change. Most likely my performance on the job will actually improve, because I won’t have to try being what I am not or hiding what I truly am. I’ll be able to concentrate on what really matters: solving your problems and delivering excellent visual communication.

On the practical side, the next time we’ll see each other you will meet me as a woman. Naturally I’ll be wearing women’s clothes and possibly a little make-up, nothing out of the ordinary. Please don’t be afraid, I’ll be probably as insecure as you are! Although I have been living full-time as a woman off work for quite some time now, this will be as big of a change for me as it will be for you. 

I would like to ask you to start calling me by my new name Annika and use female pronouns when referring to me. I know this might not be easy at first, and I promise you won’t hurt my feelings if you slip a he, him or Holger every now and then.

Also, please change my name to Annika in your address book, and don’t forget to ask me for a new business card the next time we see each other!

If you have any questions or concerns in regard to my transition, or about the topic in general, please do not hesitate to ask. I am more than happy to share my knowledge, and as you might expect I have researched this topic extensively. Of course I understand that not everyone will feel comfortable talking to me about this. In this case, please feel free to contact [B.] or any other member of the executive team. Everybody here is willing to help. 

Finally, let me close with a couple of reassuring words, taken from Jennifer Boylan’s excellent Book “She’s not there”: I am still me. The person you have known remains, and will remain, relatively unchanged.

I look forward to continuing our fruitful relationship, as a professional and as a friend.

 

All the best,

Annika

 

Later in the afternoon we all got together in the conference room, and B. read aloud a couple of the responses that had been coming in. By that time, just an hour after it went out, we had already received more than 30. Most of them were very positive, a few even unexpectedly candid and personal. It was a very joyful, highly emotional moment for me, and I was reminded once again what an awesome bunch of people I work with.

Well, this is it. Full-time Annika. Liberating is just not strong enough a word for this.

Monday
Oct242011

Just before full-time.

It’s so funny looking back and remembering myself sitting in my boss’ office coming out to him. Back then I thought I would never be able to even remotely pass as a woman. I was convinced it would take at least 10 years until I’d be ready to go full-time, if at all! Convinced that I had to have at least some kind of surgery before I could be accepted as a woman and dare wearing a dress to work. And, above all, that going full-time would be a really big deal, with taking some time off and being formally re-introduced into the workplace. 

Pretty much exactly one and a half years later I find myself sitting in B’s office again, and it looks like the moment is finally about to come. Finally, and yet, looking back, so ahead of schedule. And of course everything will be totally different — as we say in German, “und erstens kommt es anders, und zweitens als man denkt”. 

1.5 years instead of 10. No surgery yet. As it turns out, there won’t even be a leave of absence. We’ll just send a letter out to clients and friends of the company, notify the building management (because of the bathroom thing) and the next day I’ll just show up as myself. No big deal. 

The letter will come from everybody in the company, which is really awesome. It won’t be the highly personal and educational piece that I had planned and already prepared, but rather a short, life-celebrating statement that illustrates the deep acceptance and support from all my coworkers (and friends). That’s the plan anyway, still subject to everyone’s approval, but if there are no issues this will be done and out of the door by the end of this week, or maybe even this Wednesday.

And that’s the really weird part. Can it be any less formal? No set date, no deadline, just come as Annika the day after we send out the letter. Whoa?!?

Please, don’t get me wrong… I really really love this. I never liked formal things too much. Low key is my thing. It just seems so freaking odd that it turned out this way! Granted, I’ve always talked about my transition as being “soft” and gradual, and going full-time this way fits in so seamlessly. It’s like gliding, not going.

I guess the next couple of weeks will be the real test. Will my coworkers continue to treat me as… um, me? How will our clients react to it? Will they approach me with questions? Will it be awkward to meet them as Annika for the first time in person? Will the people (especially the women) from the other offices in the building accept me? 

Not getting there, but being there will be the big deal.