This is from the MTF perspective.  That said, a FTM insight would be valuable also.

I was playing golf with my spouse this afternoon.  On the second hole someone from the threesome behind us hit a ball that bounced less then 10 feet behind her and came to rest about 5 feet in front of her.  She was ready to hit her next shot, and basically totally defenseless because she was unaware of the ball headed toward her.

I immediately became furious, because I felt she had needlessly been put in danger.

I made my anger known to the threesome, and let them play through.

Now that it's over, I started wondering.

Is a mother's need to protect more intense than father's?

Does HRT intensify the feelings of a MTF that feels someone they love needs to be defended?  I've always had a protective streak; of my spouse, our daughters, and our grandchildren. 

Yet the intensity of the emotions, I felt, surprise me.

Yes, it could just be the Estradiol.

I guess I'm curious.  I know very well what it feels like, as AMAB, when I need to defend / protect someone I love.

Is what I felt this afternoon, Kate's (a woman's) perspective?


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That's a very interesting point to ponder JKRedman. I'm not really sure how to answer it. I will say this though. When I think back to when my daughter was a baby, I think I had the more protective instinct between her mother and I. I mean I literally could not sleep for more than an hour at a time without getting up to check on her. Her mother however could sleep through the night, and rarely even woke up when the baby was crying.

That could be because she knew that I would wake up at the first whimper though, so I can't really say for sure. But I do know for certain that I was the most protective one. I was the one who had the infamous "mother hearing" and I was always tuned in for any troubles that could arise. I worried about her constantly. The first time we left her with someone for the night so we could go on a date night, we left her with my brother and his family. The were the parents of twin boys, so they knew how to raise and protect kids.

Well I bet I called and checked on my daughter no less than 10 times that night. Her mother just said..."she'll be fine, quick checking on her." I also woke up VERY early the next morning and went to pick her up. I mean it was something like 6:30 or 7 in the morning, lol.

For the record my sleep cycle remained crazy like that until my daughter reached the age of about 8 or 9. I guess subconsciously I knew by that time that if she needed me in the middle of the night she'd come wake me up. Her mother slept fine that whole time.