Hi Karen, and Joanne. I offered my posts to her and she said no without looking at me. That was followed by "I'm not ready, and it's going to take a long time". After that is was a very silent morning.
And Lora. I checked your link, and you have wonderful posts that seem quite introspective to your deisire, and very aware of how your male body controlled your life. I hope you stay on Susans and post for us.
To explain further about my mistruths, here is a brief expose about the decisons to start HRT without prescription or counseling. I lied on the forum about self medication, because I continued to medicate even after expounding a decision to stop. Although I had set up appointments with my doctor, she was actually unaware of what I was really doing. In the quest for advice from others here on Susans, I manufactured a cover for my use of unprescribed hormones, and indicated the doctor had prescribed the low-dose I was on. This is what I'm ashamed of, and what my wife needs to know. But she won't discuss it with me, and she will not read these posts.
The trouble I had in June with my doctor is very truthful, and our converstions were repeatd on the forum honestly. And of course, the truth included the difficulty is securing a therapist through my heathcare provider, since that was a month-long hell. But, recieving the advice and approval of a therapist or Endo was contrived, because my doctor refused to refer Endo Unit until just last week when she was asked to do so by the psychiatrist. And so in late June I ordered hormones and Spro again to satisfy the compelling desire to take the only substance that makes me feel more complete and alive. I couldn't wait the two months it would have taken to talk to a therapist again. And even though the Chief Psychiatrist for Trans Health had called me several times, I even lied to her about how much I was medicating.
And so I am still self medicating, but this time my therapist and wife know about it. I will continue until Tuesday morning when I meet the Endocrinologist face to face for the first time.
My two months in Michigan were filled with lonely but productive days. Not only was extensive work done on my home, but that time was spent considering my future. This has been a strange life, and I warmly thoght of those happier days as a child, and my older days with my family. But the warm thoughts were always puntuated by the indescribable horror of molestation by a creaton teenager when I was 8 years old, and the discuting advances by older gay men when I reached my early teens. I only hope these people died deservedly horrible deaths, and were burried without markers to thier existence. But all the good and bad in my life was thought through, and I hope I came to terms withl the ghosts and dragons that haunted me.
I know estrogen has helped me place some sort of value on each part of my life. I am sure you all understand the "true self" that estrogen unlocks, and how it makes decisions for a transwoman more understandable. I now just want to continue, but this time with medical help. So if I live but one more year I am happy that it's with Kathy alive inside, and Joe on the outside. But I want to live 20 more with Kathy in and out.
The name Kathy actually came from the doll "Chatty Cathy" but with a K to match my real last name. I wanted that doll so much when I was a child, and it was never to be.