Quote from: AlexiaFR on August 24, 2013, 04:42:23 AM
Hello everybody ! I just want to share one point with you. I had my srs, two months ago, but for me it's very difficult today to consider myself as a full female. I'm not saying that I regret the surgery or that I did it only for being absolutely a "real" female but beyond the surgery it's like I still think i'm a trans ans not a (cis) female. Maybe I don't want to loose this "label" or I don't know, I'm pretty confused about who i am. My feeling may appears ridiculous but I just wonder how do you feel about this idenfication issue.
Sorry for my english, I hope you'll understand the most.
Sorry if my first post in reply to your post seemed a little off-topic. I read this thread again a few times and I imagine that to someone who recently had SRS it probably seems a little off topic, but it isn't.
Imagine if you just started playing football. You never played football before and you don't even know the rules or how football is played. But suddenly you are wearing the gear and everyone is lined up and you are expected to perform like a well oiled machine, in perfect synchronization with all of the other players.
You see the thing is we don't exist unto ourselves. We are not private islands. As human beings and as males and as females we exist as part of a team called the human race and how we fit in with the rest of Society, with other human beings, with men and with women drastically effects us in ways that we tend to completely take for granted and not realize. How we fit in with other people gives us our perception of ourselves.
All SRS typically does is get rid of the testosterone factories and reconfigure our sexual anatomy which is a pretty big deal but by it self it isn't going to change how we feel about who we are. Many awful people have made plenty of disparaging remarks about SRS, describing SRS as essentially penis mutilation. And the fact is that if the wrong person had SRS, for that wrong person SRS would essentially be nothing more than penis mutilation. So perhaps you can begin to see that it isn't "the surgery" that changes us. It isn't what is between our legs that changes how we feel about ourselves.
What SRS does is it creates a platform for experiences and it is our 'experiences' that change how we feel about ourselves.
I mentioned how I had sex with a guy who I had just assumed knew I transitioned and how it changed my life. It changed my life because SRS allowed me to have an experience I otherwise never would have been able to have. And I had that experience with another human being and it is our relationships with other humans that help us to understand who and what we are. That other human being was not "accepting" me as a woman, he was experiencing me as a woman. We were having a very genuine interaction, not one influenced by my being trans. And the truth was that at the beginning I felt like I was playing a pretend woman but I quickly realized I was in the game and it was for real. I also realized that if this man realized I had transitioned that my body parts might have ended up in various dumpsters around the city.
The point is I had an experience of being female, with another person. And this experience of being female with another person changed my perception of myself. It changed my self belief and it was a change that has lasted till this day because the truth is I have always been female but I had to manifest the female body and the female life to go along with being female inside. The truth will set you free. None of the people who knew me from before transition believe in me as being female, they all consider me trans. One of my best friends and a lesbian told me I could never be female, she said I would always be trans and she was right. As long as I remained around people like her I would always be reduced and limited in my experiences.
And most people like to think of themselves as being "realistic" as being "sensible" and as not being "delusional". So they couch themselves as always trans. They consider themselves trans people. And I am not talking about someone who is transitioning. I am not talking about someone who wants to transition but who hasn't really begun. I am not talking about someone who hasn't finished all of the physical work required to do a physical sexual transition. I am talking about people like myself, someone who has done everything she could, hormones, SRS, BAS, FFS... liposuction and body sculpting... Paperwork... Birth Certificate, license, registration... Point being my body isn't holding me back. The only things that can hold me back at this point are
1. My self belief. My ideas about myself.
2. My interactions with other people.
These two things, 1. and 2. are critical and they are related. Because it is our experiences with other people who cause us to perceive ourselves this way or that. If we remain around people who accept us as trans then we will continue to think of ourselves as trans.
As important is SRS might be, transition isn't simply a physical experience, it's a psychological experience or at the very least it can be. SRS simply creates the platform for that experience to occur and it is up to us to make it happen. And the fact is that life is not fair. Transition is easier for some of us than it is for others but essentially it's all psychological and to really be successful you have to learn things that no one is ever going to teach you. For instance most people tend to be insecure and those of us who seem the most confident of all, tend to be the most insecure. We are all human (as far as I know). We don't exist alone in this life, though typically someone who is locked away in a body that lies about who they are, someone who desperately needs to transition, that person comes closer than anyone else to living in a vacuum (in my own experience).
And here is a little gem for you. As trans women we are taught that we have a 'Secret'. What we are never taught is that whatever you think about you will get more of. And what you treasure, you will hoard. If the past, if past accomplishments are your treasure then you will take your treasure with you wherever you go and it will always be there with you. If being male or female after transition is your treasure then you will take that with you wherever you go. Because it isn't about secrets or going from one closet to another... It's about being who you are.
Perhaps you remember when you were little, there was a little girl who insisted on always telling the truth. Whenever someone did something "wrong" she had to tell on them. Because she was taught that you always have to tell the truth. The truth is she wasn't telling the truth, she was tattling on others but that little girl felt a sense of REWARD by telling on others. She felt good for a brief moment when she told on someone else for doing something "wrong". Really she was getting off on creating suffering for her brothers and sisters, the pain and misery of others and the limitations she forced upon others gave her a sense of personal well-being. She wasn't the bad girl because she made sure that others were punished and therefore "bad", and it was always punishment she wasn't suffering herself (so she could assume she was "good"). She could watch while someone else suffered and thrill to the fact that it wasn't her and she believed she was righteous because 'She always told the truth'.
Well that little girl never completely grew up and the truth is she can exist in all of us. But she is a very little girl who has only learned black & white thinking. Everything is binary to her, on or off, light or darkness. Solid or hollow. She never came to realize that we create our own consciousness, that we create our own suffering, that we co-create our feelings about ourselves. Or did she? She did manipulate an idea in order to cause others to suffer while avoiding suffering for herself so that she could feel good about herself. Oh.. So in fact even at a very early age she had realized that we create our own reality. She created a reality where she was the ambassador of not lying, where she was good and where bad people who were not her often suffered for their sins when in fact she entertained a certain amount of evil by relishing in and co-creating the suffering of others.
Perhaps this is what they talk about when they talk about going over to the Dark side. You see we all have the power to create our own lives, worlds...
Before I transitioned my world was so tiny. Transition for me was an experience that got me outside of a tiny little horrible life and allowed me to begin to realize that the world is huge and it isn't anything like I ever thought it was. And transition was awesome. When I was out as trans I felt more alive than I ever felt at any time previous in my life. But being out as trans, being trans, being accepted as trans... for me it was part of my journey. It was New Mexico on the way to Wyoming. When I was in the middle of it, it was awesome and I celebrated it but to everything thing there is a season and after a while it was time for me to move on. Kind of like being twelve years old. Being twelve years old is great, or at least it can be. But being twelve years old was good for a season and then I moved onto being 13 years old. I didn't run from one closet into another. I had an experience and that experience lasted for a season and then it was time for a new year.
It's like standing on a mountain and that mountain is sedimentary rock. Someone could some along and say, "Oh great mountain, you are but a lie, I have examined your sedimentary rock, your very foundation and I have found fossils of fish and reptiles, why do you hide these facts and purposely exist as a mountain where trees grow and birds make their nests! How can you look at your reflection in that lake and not be ashamed of the fact that you are built on a heap of lies? But the Mountain does not punish herself like that, the mountain exists in the moment and we can too, and the fact is that each moment we exist in creates the past so not only can we create the present but by doing so we create the past. So which do you choose for yourself? A past life of a cup half empty or a past life of a cup half full? Are you going to spend each waking day after transition making excuses for your past or are you going to be like the mountain and exist in the present? Are you a man or a woman half empty, living life as a living, breathing excuse for the genitals you were born with or do you want to exist as other men and women do, by not living their lives as a monument to the past? If you are a woman, if you have somehow always been female (or male) then why not be fully female (or male) now? Why live each moment out of respect or fear for the past? Why limit yourself because some little tattle tale told you that your new life was just another closet?
If anyone believes that life after transition is living in another closet... Well Pfffft! How nuts is that? The problem is that people don't understand other people as they are because they can't do that. Instead of understanding other people for who they are people understand themselves. As an example, "I perceive women who transition who go on to live female lives as running from one closet to another because that is what I know, therefore when I try to imagine what it is like for them I imagine a closet."
If as many like to say, if as a trans woman you have always been female then why not be female now? Why instead do you seek this strange thing called "acceptance" if you don't require it? Is it because that little girl who always had to tattle on her brother's and sisters set up house inside of your head?
Anyway... none of this is directed at anyone. I am just trying to inspire some creativity because like it or not we each create our lives. Sometimes we co-create and sometimes we need to get away from the influence of those who think they have us all figured out. And if you think you have yourself all figured out then unfortunately you probably have but that tends to be a case of treasuring the past and taking it into the future with you each and every day and for some of us that is too much work and too much of a burden.
Sorry I made this post so long.