Thankyou my friends.
Wolfie, I most certainly do not feel strong, but thankyou. I feel quite weak. I also do not feel courageous, but again, thankyou.
Nero, I would be most certainly interested in hearing more about this. I know what I look like, down to a scar on my cheek and an odd eye color. However, I cannot see myself. I believe I would not be losing my mind if I could see myself in the mirror even once. I have not looked in a mirror for over 8 months now.
Chynna, I would do anything, undergo any pain, to make my mental anguish cease. This is not a matter of physical pain. This is logistics and doability. It is money and facts. Permit me to explain:
Surgery is inaccessable to me for a few reasons. First, I am in my early to mid 40's and the likelihood of passing all the tests is difficult (though I think I would), secondly, if I tried to live in this town as is required (for a year and a half) I would be beaten to death, thirdly, this body has a bad heart and lungs (minor surgeries are difficult), fourthly, I am broke.
Hormone therapy would bring my voice down into a lower register and increase my muscle mass. However, I am a double D and this body is quite visibly a female. I would be a muscly, deep voiced woman. As far as the emotions and mentality of a man, I have them.... in spades. Assuming I could benefit from hormone therapy, with a bad heart and lungs I am a little hesitant to throw something into my system. Also, who is going to convince a doctor to give them to me and how am I going to pay for them?
Coucelling (the only thing left): I am looking, however, things look rather slim for a man of extreme financial limitations and the nearest possible coucellor I live by is 2 hours each way. I have not yet contacted this coucellor... shall do so Monday. Her advertisement does not state she takes medicare.
I could bind, but binding a double D is, well, difficult. If I bound, 'I' have the fat deposits accociated immediately with a girl and am 5'6". There is no doubt in anyone's mind that this body is female. People with me agree that binding the breasts is going to make me look like a flat chested woman.
Hence, the only option I have is to live out my life as it stands. I walk as a girl in that world. I am known as a girl in that world. When I step out that door I am seen and addressed as one.
Impossible is in my vocabulary for surgery and hormones. It is impossible. Binding and non surgical mods are, mostly, useless. So now what I do is establish exactly what I have to work with, no blinders on my eyes. I take what I have and I have to accept stark, staring reality. Now, with this stark, staring reality I learn to live out the rest of my life.
I am trying to find a way to survive with what passes as my sanity intact when I finally meet my end.