Quote from: HappyMoni on August 27, 2017, 04:14:23 PM
You can look down and see where I am with my story so I won't repeat it. I do want to say that I look for people who have lived life after the big life changes of surgery and other momentous events. I want to hear how things proceed from there, how the mind adapts, what does the new normal look like. I appreciate those who share such information.Moni
Moni, I would be glad offer something to you but I'm afraid it won't be very helpful. Since I've been doing yardwork, it's 107º outside and I'm taking a few minutes to cool off, I'll do it anyway and you'll see why.
I was never seen as a normal boy, fit in as one or even tried to. I was "special" from the get go and had serious social problems from the time I started kindergarten and found out that I
wasn't a girl. My friends were girls, I had girls playthings and at that age couldn't understand why I couldn't have long hair and look like girls. I was so distressed by this that after the 2nd grade, I was able to start growing out my hair which wasn't done in 1963 and did nothing but cause problems me for the next ten years. By the 5th grade, I was seeing psychiatrists who told my folks I was "probably gay". (dumba$$es!) Junior high (7th grade) I wasn't allowed to enroll unless I cut my hair and my folks got lawyers involved and then there were locker rooms and showers I wasn't having any part of so more doctors and psychiatrists got involved. It was a total flustercluck and there was so much ignorance about all this in 1967 and nobody had ever heard of gender dysphoria or even thought whatever it was could happen in children.
Heck neither I nor my parents knew what it was either. I all I knew was that I wasn't a boy. At fifteen, I told my parents I was never going to grow up to be a man and that I was going to live the rest of my life
as a girl. To them, this was more of a no sh*t Sherlock moment than any kind of shock or surprise BUT, this was 1970 and I was a sophomore in high school and this wasn't exactly possible as you might imagine.
I was already as androgynous as possible and the biggest queer ->-bleeped-<- freak the world had ever seen which made me really popular in school (not). I couldn't transition but I could sure push things over the line. I already had long blonde hair halfway down my back and was able to get my ears pierced, shave my legs and my mom took me to her salon to have my brows shaped. By 16, outside of the school environment where people knew I was a boy, I was pretty consistently gendered as a girl. The summer after my junior year, my folks had found a doctor that knew what the hell was going on and I started HRT. The week following graduation in 1973, my folks switched to my girl name and female pronouns. This was the only thing that made sense for me and they knew it. This was no "big life change" other than the fact that things became a lot more normal for me.
I got my first real job at 19 as a secretary/receptionist and just got on with life. With a few community college courses in office practices and bookkeeping (traditional work for women in the 70's) I got better jobs. When I was 22, I took six weeks off to have SRS and just went back to my normal life. Surgery changed nothing outwardly in my life and it was "momentous" only to me because with a few exceptions, people didn't know I was trans. There was no "mind adapting" other than the relief of having a longstanding problem finally fixed and other than becoming a sexual being for the first time in my life and figuring out how that all worked, the new normal was like the old normal.
My life has been pretty normal overall. I've had ups and downs, good times and bad and great loves and great heartaches. I was married for 12 years and divorced and have done some interesting and exciting things interspersed with the mundane and boring.
I don't know if any of this makes sense but maybe you can see why I don't think my experiences are really the kind of answers you are looking for? I've never lived as a man and had to go through the things you and many others here have which seem mind mindbogglingly difficult to me. Being trans as a child and adolescent was no picnic, especially in the 60's and early 70's but I've followed your recent adventures and commend you for the strength for doing what you needed to do. All this kind of happened organically for me as I grew up.
As my final thought before getting back to my outdoor work this afternoon, I have been happy and healthy even with all the things I've done to my body and being on hormones for 45 years so maybe that's one thing that might be comforting to you? In a year or two, you'll have a hard time imagining you were ever anything different.
If there are any questions you think I might be able to answer, I'd be glad to try but for now, I'm back to work because I have a lot still to do and have spent an hour writing!

--Lisa