This response is to Carolina.
But to whomever else reads this, please understand this is my story alone and everyone's situation is different. I am not advocating one side or another, just answering Carolina since she asked the question.
Carolina, it did not solve anything for me, rather it caused me more problems. I insisted to my therapist & psych. that having surgery would save my life, and they believed me, wrote letters, etc. I did well post op for a few years until I broke up with my GF at the time who was accepting if not a tad bizarre. Since then I couldn't get a girlfriend to save my life and even if i did what would i do with her? At least during the years i was pre-op I could have sex. I am not inclined to have sex with men. I even detransitioned just to give myself a fighting chance with women.
So I have to put on a brave face and tell myself I can get through it, but i don't really know. The GF in my original post is kind of fun & nutty. Maybe if I had such a device I could at least have some intimacy with her, which is what i miss most. These days all I have to hug at night is a Pooh bear and that's really pathetic.
Maybe if I were a different person I could navigate around this. But instead of getting easier each day it gets harder and I don't know how long i can hang on.
Aside from losing my daughter, being trans was the absolute worst fate which could have befallen me. Maybe I could have fought it harder, hung onto the male thing. But I didn't and it's my own fault for not trying harder. I lost my wife, my family life, my job, my beautiful house, friends. I would give every blessing I have ever been given to turn the clock back to 1996 when all this started, knowing what I know now.
My therapist is kind of lame - I went to her to help resolve the loss of my daughter and it was a while until we got to the GID stuff. Rather than do any real research on her part she recommended books like "True Selves," which I had read in 1997 or so but is not really relevant today. So I don't know what to do therapist-wise. Maybe I have to go back to a gender therapist to try to undo all this, but the real damage is done.