Because I think I might need one. I dunno. Advice highly valued. Sorry for the long-winded rambling.
(And sorry for all the posts/threads recently, btw.)
Anyway. Here's my deal: recently, I've been seriously thinking about top surgery, to the point where I've sent out a few emails enquiring about scheduling consultations. The prospect sounds really exciting to me right now, but when I reign in the happy-emotions, some doubts start to creep in and I'm having a hard time telling the difference between ''maintaining realistic expectations'' and ''anxiety masquerading as logic.''
I'm pre-T and somewhat attached to the idea of getting top surgery as a first step for a couple of reasons. Some are legit, imo -- I am much happier when I bind, but binding exacerbates my asthma and gives me back pain, which distracts me from my work. I'm a hairy guy, and I'm sure that that'll only escalate when I'm on HRT. The thought of thick, dark hair on my masculine chest? Great. On my feminine breasts? Ugh, no. Plus, I'm a borderline candidate for a peri (although I would not complain about a DI), and it's my hope that an earlier top surgery will circumnavigate the skin elasticity changes that can accompany long term binding.
But some of my other reasons ... idk. Ok. I'll admit, that I still have some questions about my identity and what I want. I'm not one who has known they were trans from age 4 on. I'm still profoundly afraid that I'll wake up cis tomorrow, or realize I've been a confused, delusional girl all along, and that I've retrofitted my Weirdness into Trans-ness because I find it more palatable than just accepting myself for who I am. Which honestly may happen! I feel like the possibility can't be discounted.
This fear has put a serious crimp in my transition progress, as I have not come out to my family and friends (other than my mother, who asked ME point blank) out of worry that I will have to ''take it back'' later. I'm scared to close doors behind me; I want an escape route to be clear. But that means no testosterone yet (can't get that voice back!), no social transition. If I could disappear and reappear male, I would, but I can't. So I'm stuck.
Top surgery, to an extent, seems like the only way forward. Scars truly don't bother me and surgery doesn't scare me. I have almost no attachment to my body, and can't even imagine a degree of non-facial disfigurement that would trouble me. If I turned out to be a woman, I'd just be a woman without tits, big whoop. I can always get 'em saline'd back in if I felt like it looked wrong.* Plus, I bind 4-5 days a week, and from what I can tell, literally no one has ever noticed. My womanhood has never been questioned (... unfortunately), I've never been told it looks weird or funny, and not even my closest friends seem to have picked up on the fact that my cup size has radically dropped over the last six months.
So, it feels safe and accessible, socially. ...And that strikes me as unrealistic at best, and a good way to screw up my life at worst. My mom referred to top surgery as ''an act of violence [to the body]'' the other day. I can't imagine feeling that way even if I were a woman, but maybe...? Maybe...?
Hell, I don't even have that much chest dysphoria. It's not like with my downstairs stuff, where I very acutely feel discomfort with my current junk and intense desire for a cis guy's. My breast are just there, and it's better when they're not. So top surgery is less an intense need for me than it is a box to check off, ideally sooner rather than later.
Also, VAINLY, I'm afraid that my body will look extremely weird post-surgery. I'm very, uh. Lady shaped. Small waist, obvious and undisguisable hips. My proportions would be all wrong, even more obviously so than now. My chest is objectively nice, at least. My lower body troubles me. What if this makes it worse?
Jesus, that was long. But I seriously need to check in with other guys living in the real world on this. My GT will write me a letter, but it's no good if it came out of my own self delusion. Talk to me, please! Anecdotes, words of wisdom, a slap upside the head -- whatever!
*The time and cost of further breast augmentation would be horrifying, but for the sake of my existential trauma, let's put that aside for now.