Quote from: IdontEven on July 04, 2016, 02:09:37 PM
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It can be true that estrogen can increase emotional volatility, but it's something you get used to and learn to deal with. Ultimately I feel like life has color now, even if some of it is a dark hue. The trick is dealing with it in a healthy way. I don't think there was any way I could do that pre-HRT, because I need incentive, and hopelessness is the opposite of incentive.
Not gonna lie, it's gotten pretty iffy a few times while trying to learn how to not be my own worst enemy. When that depression hits everything just twists up and looks permanently hopeless and bad ideas start to look like good ideas. I've had to learn how to make decisions ahead of time for when those things come up, to actively decide while I'm in a good place that I won't hurt or kill myself the next time things get bad. Because that crap is temporary, and sooner or later the sun comes back out and being alive is a joy.
This is so true, depression can destroy things, it can be so powerful, but as you say, and as I've come to realise, it's effects are temporary. And after a while, it passes and things just seem to improve again.
Well said!
Quote from: 2cherry on July 04, 2016, 11:09:12 AM
I started HRT in 2008, when I was 30. Had my SRS, and FFS is planned... however:
Today I had a bone scan, and after it was done, my pelvis showed up on the x-ray screen... and I felt I wanted to cry, because I saw a small-unable to bear a child-male pelvis. Yes, a pelvis differs in males and females. I'm being reminded of my past everywhere I go... whether it be on the x-ray screen for unknown technicians to chuckle on, lawyers who go through my records, government agencies, or simply the stares I get on the street. My past haunts me... and I feel like I am unable to shake it.
The truth is, sometimes I don't know who I am anymore... I've been assaulted by testosterone for 20+ years, that leaves too much to be undone. Not only the bones, but everything. From DNA to pelvis, from larynx to brain volume. Physically, I'm still about roughly 60% male sex. Even after SRS and HRT.
I feel female, I am female. But if our brains is what we are, then I'm also part male because testosterone works the brain as well. All that wiring can't be undone. So, reality is... I am female, identify as one, but I can't forget the "male" part of me. I tried, but I could not get rid of it. So I think I have a few options left:
1. Accept that I can't be completely female, it's impossible. (think: dna, womb, yadayada...)
2. I don't accept it (suicide).
Number two crosses my mind every now and then, but I guess I'm slowly coming to terms that I have to accept that no matter what I do, it can never be 100%. It seems like rebuilding a house at starting at the roof while you work your way down to replace the foundation. Can't be done without some serious brutal overhaul, and even then, it never is going to look the way I wanted it.
So... regret... I don't know... I don't have regret, I'm just disappointed. Especially about the results, but also in the actions and judgements of others.
It still is a daily struggle...
I connect with so much in this post it is scary! I started hrt in my late 20's, and had my SRS in 2003, when I was 30.
Testosterone had caused so much damage, and it can't all be undone. Trying to accept what I have and make the best of it, and not succumb to bitterness, guilt, self-loathing and jealousy is a challenge I face on a daily basis.
I look at my brother, he has a lovely family, good job, loving partner, two wonderful children, nice big house, etc... He complains about being tired from looking after his kids, and isn't his life tough...
I faux-sympathise with him, he's my little brother and I love him, but inside a fire burns away, and I think "you don't know you're born kiddo". You didn't have to spend half your life hating your existence, and then all your money and time and energy trying to beat Gender Dysphoria. I'd probably be in a better place if I hadn't had to face all that cr@p, somewhere like where he is now.
So yeah, mustn't let those dark thoughts seep into everything around me and spoil what I have. A TG life is tough.
So many things in this thread that resonate with me. Reading that others have the same struggles somehow helps me to try and face my own.
There are so many other posts on this forum that are like that Lego song 'Everything Is Awesome", my eyes glaze over when I read those posts.
I wasn't the OP, but the replies have helped me, thank you.