Quote from: rejennyrated on January 25, 2011, 04:54:52 PM
Ok. I sometimes think that people coming here to find out about being trans must go away with the impression that we all go through hell.
Over to you...
I myself couldn't be happier than I am today. I wouldn't even trade places with a GG. To me the big one was srs surgery. It changed my life in a subtle and yet profound way. From day 1 after surgery until today, I have never had to worry about my gender ever again. It is physically obvious, even to the point of being irregardless of identity documents (although having them match is a big plus too). Once the operation was done, I was able to take that part of my brain that focused on my gender and dedicate it to other things like living a good life. My career took a major swing upwards after my transition. Career-wise I succeeded beyond my wildest dreams. I was able to focus on living my life, building new relationships with people, feeling comfortable talking to strangers, everything that was the complete opposite of where I was. If a time traveller was able to see the future and tell me where I am today, but 15 years ago, I would have told them they were nuts.
In the beginning it all looks next to impossible. How can this be done? What if a doctor won't prescribe me hormones? What if a doctor says no and I can't get surgery? You know the usual. I didn't come into the office of my shrink on day 1 in a dress, that came later. What I found was that I was no different than anyone else that goes through this process. The key thing was determination to me. If I was going to do this, I didn't want to half do it. I wanted it to be done.
I went throuh the regular old standards of care and by the time I had the required 2 letters for surgery, it took me a few months to realize that the only force in the universe that would ever stop me from getting that surgery was me. I was done with the standards and free to live my life from shrinks, doctors, etc. All I needed was the cash to get me to Montreal. It took me a few years of full time living while I was also recovering career-wise from the transition to be able to afford the surgery and once I was there, I couldn't help but think I needed a couple of good pinches because it was actually going to happen.
I just remember the days when my surgery date was coming. I was afraid to stub a toe, get a parking ticket, get a toothache or anything that would deny me my day in the sun. Eventually the stars and planets did all line up for me and then I knew it was my turn. I was going to be able to finish what I started. Then that day came and passed. And here I am. older, wiser, and happier