Quote from: ƃuıxǝʌ on July 07, 2010, 12:55:09 AM
I'm getting cold feet about SRS; I don't know if I can honestly be bothered going through this gargantuan process if I don't need to.
I'm not hugely unhappy with my genitals, they're more annoying than anything else and I don't want to be incongruous when compared with other women.
But I'd probably be more happy if everything just...shrunk and was no longer recognisable as male genitalia.
Then again, the desire to be 'normal' reasserts itself and I'm back to facing SRS as the only viable option.
I guess I need to ask myself, "How often will I be placed in situations where others will see my genitals when I don't want them to see a penis?"
And the answer to that is probably "Almost never."
My boyfriend has no problem with my bits and I'm reasonably happy with how they perform sexually, so would it be like getting a nosejob when I don't need one and ending up with regret (and possible respiratory problems)?
ƃuıxǝʌ, I don't want to give you advice because what worked for me may not work for you and our needs are probably different, but what you say here resonates with how I felt pre-op. I didn't hate my boy bits – I found them annoying. I thought if they would just shrink down they would be less annoying.
But after getting everything re-arranged, I have a whole new outlook. I feel "right" for the first time in my life. I have a lot more confidence as a woman because even if no one ever sees what's in my pants,
I know – and it is
wonderful.
Quote from: FairyGirl on July 06, 2010, 07:31:49 PM
honey the day I got my packing out I went home, laid down, and cried my eyes out for a good hour. They were tears of joy, there is no feeling that even comes close. And like giving birth, it makes all the pain that went before seem insignificant by comparison.
I wish all you girls with upcoming surgeries all the best thoughts for good energy and healing. Keep focused on the prize and the doubts can't shake you, and afterwards focus on healing and you will have no regrets.
*big hugs for the class of twenty ten!* 
Chloe
I had thought that GRS would be just another step in the process – like changing my name. As my daughter drove me from the hospital after getting my packing out I broke down and cried in the car. I was a mess – deep, wracking sobs. I had never cried like that before. I was just so happy, so relieved. It was a core-deep, down-in-my-soul happiness that is beyond description. Whatever pain I had suffered in the previous 66 years didn't count, because I was finally OK. I hope that you all can experience the same joy.
*more hugs to the class of twenty ten!*
Kate
