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Long-term Post-op stopping by to offer some personal perspective.

Started by Complete, August 26, 2017, 09:41:41 PM

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Complete

I think perhaps that one very important element contributing to my survival (besides sheer stubborness)' was the fact that one, l was self-sufficient after high school, and that my mom at least, did not just reject me as being crazy. I had been on my own for almost three years when l returned home to tell her l was pursuing a surgical reconstruction. Of course she must have been shocked and terrified for my well-being,  but nevertheless she strongly expressed her love for me and her support. When the time came, she was there for me to watch over me and make sure all went well.
There is no question in my mind that early intervention in addressing any medically treatable condition is always best. Parents are key to recognizing the signs and taking appropriate action.
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Dani2118

I'm about your ages and have known I was a girl since I was 5, 1964. I grew up in a war zone, parents had issues, so there was no one to tell. I've always figured myself born female with a birth defect, called male on birth certificate, put in boys clothes[hated them] hair cut short[protested every time]. Picked on  and beat-up a lot as a teen. Suicide has always been a close friend, way to close. In 1980 I had a 'weird' moment with my best friend at the time when I realized fully for the first time how much in love with him I was. That was when all that I had heard of what you women had done[which wasn't much] entered my mind in that instant and I wanted to transition as fast as humanly possible. Of course 'transition' didn't exist then, it was the pieces that had to be put together by someone competent to do it. I wasn't. So with things falling apart around me, I just slunk off into the future. And here it is 37yrs. later and I've finally found my happiness! Just what you girls did 40-50yrs. ago. I hope with all of my heart that when parents read your posts with mine they will see that their kid is not a monster or something wrong, but they just have a problem that needs to be fixed and can be. So when your called 'pioneers and trailblazers' know that you were! Because those of us out in the wilderness [and there were more than I ever thought!] heard bits and pieces, hear and there, and so knew that there was hope somewhere, somehow. There's a football coach here that had to rebuild a team after many bad seasons, he's called it 'Brick by Brick' and now we have a good team. You 'old-timers' are the bricks of the stairs to where we are now! Young people now don't know what it was like back then, and I'm sooo glad of that. The "ordinary' lives that you've lived is what we all have strived for, and in you we see it is possible. Thank you for sharing your stories with us for you truly are appreciated!
I finally get to be me, and I don't want today to be my last! That's a very nice feeling.  ;D ;D ;D
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Complete

Thank you Dani, your words are very kind. I think you are very astute in noting that young children really are quite aware at a very young age. We actually knew something was very wrong and it is oh so important, to have a parent understand even if, (as was the case with my mom), they have no idea what to do or where to seek help.
There is hope. This condition can be fixed. In my opinion clear, honest, and yes early, diagnosis is key. Surgery and   chemistry may or not be the corrections intervention and so again diagnosis is the key.
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