I was at work yesterday with my coworkers, all female, and we discuss when we all got our first periods, as a 'just us gals' kind of talk, with nary a look about me, and mine-everyone went around the room, the eight of us, to say what grade it was. Since I really try to blend in, and saying I don't get them is a question I'd not explain further, I say mine came later. Which isn't wrong, its equivalent will after SRS, that's for darn sure.
It made me really happy that I've made it that far, but also really hurt inside, because well, yeah, I can't, and thus, I'm barren, and that emotional pain led to physical pain, and deep tears. My mother, always supportive, told me not to worry about the functions my body can't perform, but rather, what it can perform, in addition to what I've done to get where I am, to get to that point, plus SRS next spring. Sigh. I've never been able to get over the fact that I'm not a natal girl, nor do I think the future holds much hope there.