Admitting this to myself's really made my bottom dysphoria more real, if that makes sense. I was born with hypospadias and had it repaired when I was 4, but every few years, I have to have my urethra reopened because it closes up. In fact, I just had my last procedure back in October. And for the longest time, I used to really hate my penis because of that. It really wasn't so much a desire to have a vagina so much as I just didn't want to have the pain, embarrassment and whatnot that comes with maintaining my urinary tract. My doctor is now talking about self-catheterizing as a preventative measure, but the thing is, no one and I mean NO ONE has ever successful gotten a catheter in me while I was conscious. EVER. And my new urologist (my previous one retired earlier this year) is now talking about having me attempt to do it myself, and I'm just thinking, "are you NUTS?!"
I also hated the fact that I had to explain my penis to people. The hypopsadias repair and the multiple reopenings, mine doesn't look like most other guys. It's also kind of small, nevermind that I'm overweight and have a fair bit of pelvic fat making it seem even smaller. It was always embarrassing to even bring up. I've only had one sexual partner, and her take on my penis was basically one of the worst reactions I could have imagined. She didn't outright laugh at it. No, instead, she went all passive aggressive, bold-face lying about how it didn't matter, yet always talking about it. She'd try to sound like she was all loving, but I knew she was lying. She used to do stuff like that to me all the time, thinking that if she challenged my manhood, she'd get the kind of man she really wanted, when it basically did the exact opposite. It made me want to crawl in a hole and die, because if this abusive horrible person can't even say anything nice about me, who's to say anyone better would even want me? I felt like damaged goods.
I can't even imagine going through with SRS. If that could lead to a permanent solution as far as never needing another surgery to reopen my urinary tract ever again, fine. But it'd have to be the last surgery I'd ever need down there.
At the same time, being able to admit to myself that I may, in fact, be trans, it makes me wonder if all of these years I spent hating my penis because of my birth defect or size was really just me repressing the fact that maybe I just hated having one altogether. I'm not even really sure I want my gender to be defined by my body parts, anymore. I think I just want to function and to be seen as me, even if not all the parts fit. I just want them to work, and not constantly malfunction the way mine currently seem to do.