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Started by Rebecca, April 24, 2016, 02:08:03 AM

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Rebecca

Just in case my experience today can ever be of use to anyone I'm posting it here. Hope it's the right place.

While talking to my wife (L) who is generally great with my changes but really struggles with the basic concept of me being female we're finally talking openly about me and in particular my body. After showing her my breasts and having her look directly at me and them which she has avoided doing. I said my breasts were part of me she told me straight (which is to be commended it is hard for her to talk about me) that she considered them to not be part of me but just a side effect of my meds. She was open and honest about her feelings which I am glad of as I generally consider myself secure in my own identity so I can handle anything. I felt insulted but I could understand her view even though I disagreed it was a place to work forward from.

Shortly after she left the room though I was thinking it over if my breasts are a side effect then so am I. I consider my previous male persona to be dead and buried and that I am me. But I've been plagued with the constant thought of that if I ever went without my meds my T would effectively kill me again and there is no guarantee I could ever heal again even if given my hormones again later.

If my existence depends entirely on 4 tablets a day (or surgery then 2 a day) and I'd disappear without them then I could be considered a side effect. That thought shook me to the depths of soul and my universe suddenly looked a lot less stable.

At this point L returned and asked me what was on my mind and I told her she is right I am just a side effect as I did I burst into tears of sadness for the first time in almost 30 years crying as hard as I have ever laughed. Sobs wracking my body with pain as I spelled out that without my meds I'd disappear and he would come back. I never want to be him again so I even considered letting her feed T into me to try and get someone else easier for her to accept. But as much as I love her I really do not want to die. Before I "woke up" in Jan'15 I was really looking forward to dying but never had the courage to hasten the process. Now I want to live but if I'm not real do I have the right?

This theory was very logical and sounded reasonable. I wasn't real and thinking it terrified me more than you can imagine.

Stunned as she has never seen me upset or crying like this (together through many things for 17 years) she tried to comfort me saying I'm not a side effect I'm the reason for the pills and am their intended effect. Well intentioned her wording didn't refute the theory of me being created by tablets.

Pleading with myself aloud through the tears whenever I could draw a breath "I am real" trying to find some murmur of agreement from within me I couldn't dispute it. I couldn't defend myself. Was I truly not real?

Seeing L uncomfortable at my condition made me put aside my own problem and try to help her. I got myself back under control and assured her I'd be OK before she had to leave. Alone in every conceivable way doubting my own existence the answer came to me.

The hormones didn't create me they freed, healed and continue to support me protecting me from further T corruption. Although to most people I am new I am actually the oldest part of me. I have been here since the beginning. I AM REAL.

I can still die without my tablets but many people need meds to survive.

With those 2 thoughts my universe returns to normal. I dry my eyes and smile knowing I am real and deserve to be here.

As difficult and traumatic as it was for me I am still glad L spoke straight with me about her feelings. It took my thoughts in a totally different but logical direction and I didn't like where it led but I am now stronger than ever from it.

I will never doubt myself again. (I hope)
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Cindy

Thank you for a nice post.

I think we all go through doubts, sometimes very severe doubts as we take our journey. But are we who we are or the effect of oestrogen?

Well take cismales who have undergone oestrogen therapy for prostatic cancer (no longer done) they went into severe depression. Why? Because they were not female.

Woman during menopause often plunge into a depression due to a drop in E, and their depression is rapidly reversed by going on E patches (that is why they were developed).

So what is going on? A female brain needs E to be 'happy' a male brain doesn't need or want E it goes into a funk.

So in a trans woman we feel so much better so quickly on E that it is the brain that is responding, not the body, it is way too early for the physical changes. A male does not feel that way.

Are your physical changes part of you? Of course they are! How depressed do women with breast cancer feel when they use to have to have radical mastectomies? How the plastic surgeons developed reconstructive procedure for them so they 'felt' more feminine again.

I am me, and not my body, but my body is an integral part of who I am. I like to look feminine, I like a feminine body, clothes etc. I have my hair done so I look nice. I wear nice clothes.

Why?

Because it makes me feel better, it is me who is doing all of that for me. Not for attracting a BF, not for passing, not for anything except I am a woman and I like feeling and being one.

As for going back, no I couldn't. OK I'm too far through the journey to go back anyway, my changes are permanent. But I could never pretend to be a guy again.

To be honest I wouldn't know how.
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Rebecca

Thank you for taking the time to read through my post and for your very insightful response.

I hadn't considered the other examples you have given which are superb.
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