Brent had requested that I start a new thread describing transitioning in '89, so here goes.
I started late because there was a lack of knowledge. I just knew that I felt more like a guy than a girl. I finally found out about transgenders, I went to a therapist who saw gay people and lesbians because i didn't know where else to go. She sent me to a child psychologist despite the fact that I was 26 at the time.
When I made the appointment with the therapist, I had not yet told my parents. The therapist had no former experience, but was willing to help. He got me in touch with a psychologist who specialized. I was living in upstate N.Y. at the time, and the specialist lived and worked in Baltimore Maryland. Road trip.
Before going, she sent a psyche eval test that was at least 15 pages long. When I got to Baltimore, I had a 7 hour evaluation to confirm that I was a transgender and not just delusional. She ok'd my continuation of the process.
At the time, it was required that a person live in thier intended gender for at least two years. Since I had been doing that already, my therapist sent me to an endocrinologist. Technically I should have been in therapy for six months before starting HRT, but most likely from lack of experience, my therapist started me right away.
The top surgery was done after two months on hormones. I had it done with a local and it took an hour. I remember feeling like my body was being lifted off the table by my chest tissue. That and looking at the clock wanting to ask if we could finish this later. I couldn't talk so the surgeon would look over the drape and if he saw any anxiety, put more local in. I was small to begin with, so there wasn't much to remove. He did a great job.
The surgeon who did my OVH found by asking around at local hospitals. Only one would do it, and he made it perfectly clear that he didn't believe in treated "mental illness" with surgery. The surgery was supposed to be done with a spinal, but I had a bad reaction and had to be fully anesthetized. That was the roughest surgery of them all, mainly because the Dr. didn't leave orders for pain meds. The surgery was done through the vagina.
The last surgery was done by a plastic surgeon recommended by the surgeon who did my chest. No one else would even try. My surgeon had never performed the surgery, but consulted some Dr.s in the West Virginia. My parents had been extremely supportive and were paying for the surgeries, but didn't want to go to another state to have the surgery. I met with the surgeon and he told me up front that this was his first. He explained the procedure and showed me photos of what they would be doing.
The surgery was done via radial armflap, then my arm was covered with skin from my thigh. The thigh graft left no scar. He started with prepuberty testicles in order to stretch the skin. After a couple of months, he removed those and put in adult sized. I spent ten days in the burn unit. They drew an x on my penis so they would know where to put the doppler to check for circulation. The first couple of days, it was checked every hour round the clock. Then only four times a day.
At the time, there were a lot of things left out. He put one teste in each outer labia, but never connected them. There is no erotic feeling in the penis, but he left the clitoris at the base of the penis. No attempt was made to close the vagina. Between the lack of surgical knowledge at the time and the fact that the surgeon had never done it before left a pretty generic looking penis. There was no attempt to form a glans. Needless to say, it was less that perfect. I can't say that I re(gret it though. If I had the money, I would get the scrotal sac(s) put together and get slightly larger testicles. I would also have the vagina closed as much as was possible. I've learned to live with this because the only person who would need to know outside the medical coumunity would be a spouse.
Mainly it was a lot of asking around with some help from surgeon 1. No muscle was incorporated, so its pretty flaccid. Looking at the results F to Ms are getting these days does make me a little jealous, but at the same time, I was very lucky to even find someone to help.
sam1234