I've gone to great lengths to erase my past entirely from existence. I will continue until I have the face of another person (still me) and will be entirely unrecognizable. I will not live another day of my life as a ->-bleeped-<-, except the days I still have to (living with people who know that about me, eg quite a few of my current neighborsbecause tthey like to gossip)
Being a ->-bleeped-<- (I use that word to describe my feeling about it) wasn't fun, now it feels like a gray nightmare where nothing is immediately threatening you but everything is bleak and it just drags on and on. And it's still going on until I'm done. But the biggest parts are now over. More so for the years I lived as a boy except I don't really remember them. I'm very good at forgetting things. Luckily... if I did tell me next partner, he'd have more made up memories in his head about me as a boy than I would have actual memories. especially since I've been on and off living as a girl or at least an extremely feminine boy since age.7. It just took me too long to start living it 24/7 do how does it make sense to tell your partner something they'll never understand and then spend your entire life wondering how often a picture of you with balls pop into their head and looking for signs if he's looking at your chin or upper lip often enough that you know he's looking for proof.. that's no way to live.
My ex of several years knew and he always told me he never saw me as anything but a female, that it was clear I was a girl. It was still an issue fitfor me at times but it's not like it could have not been an issue since we had sex and I was pre op.
Now I do have that option and if I don't take it then why did I get the operation?
I was never a ->-bleeped-<- in my mind and I refuse to be it in anyone else's. I've spent years spreading wrong information about myself and most people from my past (the last 7 years at least) think I'm a biological girl. And on top of that I'm removing any connection to my old life. I don't have much family left and the little I'd ever see them, living in different continents and all, would pose no danger. They'd never let anything slip anyway.
I'll lie because the truth is not actually true at all, and the lie is a lot closer to who I really am.
I don't have a victim complex. I suffered horribly. Excruciatingly. It's almost over. I'll never bring it up. He (once I'm not single) will hold me and comfort me because he loves me and sees I'm sad. I don't think I'll ever be sad because of these things anyway. I don't live in the past, I'm who I am in this moment and not someone else. I have seen pictures of myself and nitnot recognized myself. Others have seen pictures of me and not recognized me. I've sat face to face with ppl from earlier in my life who didn't recognize me. AndiI never gave the slightest hint I knew them. And they never figured it out. To claim that I'm somehow the person I used to be is ridiculous, considering for the most part I don't even remember who I used to be

I mean I don't even remember how I used to look a few years ago...as a girl.