Pebbles
Thank you for your info on kleinfelters syndrome. I am trying hard to sort all this out. Just about the time I think I am understanding an article which seems to deal with my condition the writer goes off on a different angle and I become confused. Then I have never been a person to concentrate on one thing for an extended period of time.
No, I haven't discussed it with my GP. I'm not sure how he would react.
I don't know if there is a genetic counselor in this area. We have a small city in a rural area of the state I live in whose mental health clinics deal mostly in alcohol and drug abuse.
I've been married for 35 years to the same woman. During the first five years we wore out a mattress. Then we had two children. During about 30 years I have been a househusband, running children to doctor appointment, nursery school, washing their clothes, shopping for clothes for them and my wife (yes I've bought sanitary napkins). I have managed the bills shopped for groceries, cooked some, baked a lot, repaired cars they have damaged, did plumbing and carpentry repairs and some painting, maintained the yards and keep the water system running in our rural home. You might say I have been a woman - I've been called a "kept man" to my face.
Our first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage - after putting my wife to bed I sat and cried till I could cry no more. A few years later I begged her to shoot me while trying to deal with what was described as an ancient compression fracture of the fifth lumbar. I have nerve damage in my right leg and foot. Thinking I was losing my vision one day I learned I had diabetes. I was gaining a lot of weight when I finally convinced my doctor I had sleep apnea - I sleep connected to a CPAP unit ( air pump). I had surgery for a kidney stone three months after it first developed. I now drip when I urinate because my left side doesn't put up enough pressure to move urine completely through the bladder. I had a vasectomy so my wife could get off of birth control pills and save having her tubes tied. During the procedure the surgeon announced my vasa deferentia were underdeveloped and had he known before the surgery he wouldn't have agreed to it. B.C. I tore the meniscus in my right leg which developed arthritis. Over ten years ago I was told I had aggressive prostate cancer. During the treatment interview the urologist stated if I wanted a radical surgery (total removal) he would do it although he wouldn't recommend it given my health and size. I have since wondered if he didn't mean both my weight and penis length. I underwent seeding with Iodine 125 pellets, leaving me with swollen testicles and scrotum which was black and blue. I wore women's bikini panties till the swelling receded as they were more comfortable than men's briefs. I even put them on in the men's locker room when I went back to daily swimming. I lost feeling in my glans from wearing external catheters after the procedure to control incontinence. You haven't lived until you empty your bladder in the middle of Wal Mart without anyone seeing it. I strained the cartilage on my sternum one evening from sneezing, then had to deal with a screwed up EKG which lead to an induced stress test which was screwed up. I tore the meniscus in my left knee requiring surgery. Last spring I was found to have a cancerous spot on the right side of my nose.
I've lost the dignity of having the only sexual release I have ever known evidently due to various medications and medical conditions. If I were to transition to a SRS woman I would likely be non orgasmic. The question would be could I withstand the procedure and pain.
There is my partner to consider. I found her father in a pasture field one morning - his clothing had gotten caught in a power take off shaft and ripped his coveralls from his body crushing his chest. We lost her mother two years ago due to complete kidney shutdown. I lost my father last year to Alzeheimer's diseases and heart failure.
The later years of my elementary education I was taller and bigger than the the male classmates. A couple of them took it upon themselves to entertain the rest of the class by poking, prodding me and kicking me when my back was turned to them till I cried. I know they got their kicks out of making me cry. I don't know if I was just insensitive, immature or effeminate then.
My thanks to Susan for allowing me to explore myself here and share my life -