I don't post here very often. But due to something I went thru earlier today, I thought this would be place to write a little bit about it. First off, I began my transition four years ago at the age of 44 while I spent two and a half years in hospital for a condition called avascular necrosis, which I got as a byproduct of having AIDS since 1995. As a result of avn, I lost three and a half inches from my right femur. So now I'm in a wheelchair for the foreseeable future. It's very difficult being a transwoman in a wheelchair. I've yet to meet another transwoman or transman in a wheelchair.
Another problem for older transwomen like myself is the 'damage' done by having testosterone coursing thru my veins for so long. Don't get me wrong with makeup I pass pretty well. But without makeup, I look like a guy still.
Here's what happened to me today... Since avn affects my bones (right femur and both humeral bones in my shoulders) I need to exercise. I thought going to the pool and doing a light workout would benefit me and could help me to start walking again. But I went to a public pool with no makeup. When I went into the ladies locker room to change into my bathing suit, mothers with their daughters were staring at me. I felt like I didn't belong there. So, as I've done throughout my life, I sacrificed my feelings and emotional state for those mothers and daughters. I've been crying ever since. As I'm poor and on medi-cal, I can't afford the facial feminization surgery that I think would boost my self esteem.
I've had a very rough life. And now I've crawled back into the hole I once thought I had escaped from.
Anyway, I needed to get this outta my mind, but I doubt it'll help. Even here in San Francisco I am ostracized from the trans community for being in a wheelchair. If anyone knew how lonely it is to be shut out from a community I should be apart of.
I hope everyone has a wonderful Independence Day.