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Lori Dee

While attending Hypnotherapy College, our class was tasked with finding a new "disorder" that was not currently listed in the DSM. Our professor said that the best entries would be submitted for inclusion. (He lied.) It was just an exercise to get us to read the DSM and become familiar with it. It was also to show us that the DSM continues to grow exponentially as academics try in vain to classify every little behavior.

My submission was aureaphilic disorder.

The love of gold, with such severity that it disrupts daily life, causes sleeplessness and the inability to hold down a decent job. Classified under the Obsessive Compulsive and related disorders.

Also known as Gold Fever.
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Some thing I see on Ozzie gold hunters on TV, they do not look for it to make money as such.
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Sarah B

Hi Dances With Trees

You said:

Quote from: Dances With Trees on January 17, 2026, 12:06:02 PMThanks, Sarah! Now, I have a much better understanding of what GD actually is and I am so glad you seem to have never experienced it. For me, in the words of TanyaG, scripting so overwhelmed my GV I wasn't aware of any dysphoria until I was in my 60's, and it has always felt manageable with minimal therapy. Though I would love to proceed further with my transition, I don't feel compelled to do so.

You are more than welcome, even I had to get my head around what the DSM V was saying about Gender Dysphoria.  What you mentioned about TanyaG's scripting never applied to my life, for several reasons.  One, there was very little to no information so I was not influenced.  Two, the term GD was not around when I changed my life around and only began to appear when DSM V was being produced and discussed here on Susan's around 2010.  Three, if you read the next post on this issue, I hope what I say gives further insight into why I never suffered from GD, let alone incongruence.

I assume when you said GV you meant GD?

As for "I would love to proceed further with my transition.  I don't feel compelled to do so."  you can look at it, in this way.  In a sense I never felt compelled to do so either.  I just did what I did at the time without thinking about it and before I knew it, it was all over for me.

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Sarah B

Hi Everyone

Addendum
This addendum does not revisit the diagnostic analysis set out in the rebuttal.  Its purpose is to clarify matters of language and interpretation that can be easily misread when compressed into summary form.  In particular, it distinguishes between how things were experienced at the time and how they may appear in hindsight, and between conscious framing and lived understanding.

Incongruence
The question of incongruence must be addressed as I did not specifically address it in the rebuttal and is analytically mentioned in regards to me rather than in a narrative form.

In DSM V, incongruence refers to a marked and persistent internal conflict between experienced gender and assigned sex that is distressing, psychologically destabilising and clinically meaningful.  It is defined by friction.  It is experienced as something wrong, intrusive, or intolerable that interferes with psychological or social functioning and demands resolution.

That condition was not present in my life.

At no stage did I experience a persistent internal conflict about my sex.  There was no ongoing discomfort that required relief.  There was no sense of being trapped in the wrong body.  There was no psychological pressure that escalated over time.  There was no impairment in social, occupational, or personal functioning attributable to sexed experience.

What existed instead was recognition without distress.

Recognition alone is not incongruence.  Awareness that something fits is not the same thing as suffering because something does not.  Moments such as thinking "this feels right" when dressed or tucked indicate alignment, not conflict.  They were not accompanied by discomfort, urgency, dissatisfaction, or distress.  They did not motivate action, dominate attention, or impair functioning.

Incongruence also requires persistence.  A condition defined by internal conflict does not disappear for extended periods.  Long stretches of ordinary functioning without preoccupation, distress, or escalation are incompatible with the presence of marked incongruence.  The absence of symptoms is itself evidence.

It is also essential to distinguish how my life was experienced at the time from how it can feel in hindsight.  In hindsight, thinking about aspects of my past body can evoke discomfort or aversion.  That reaction exists now.  It did not exist then.  Retrospective aversion does not constitute incongruence as it was experienced at the time and cannot be projected backwards to create a diagnosis after the fact.

Because there was no persistent conflict, no distress, no impairment and no psychological destabilisation, the condition DSM describes as incongruence did not exist for me.  Without incongruence, the diagnostic framework for Gender Dysphoria does not activate.

Threshold 2 Clarification: Clinically Significant Distress or Impairment
Threshold 2 requires clinically significant distress or impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of functioning.  This section clarifies two points that can be misinterpreted when summarised.

First, the description of me sitting in my car before surgery and reflecting seriously on what I was about to do risks overstating that moment.  It was not serious in the sense of distress, crisis, or doubt.  It was simply a brief awareness of an upcoming medical procedure.  It did not involve fear, panic, or reconsideration of my life.

Second, I did not consider going back to my previous life while sitting in the car immediately before surgery.

Thoughts sometimes later described as de-transition occurred earlier and were not connected to surgery.  They arose midway through the approximately two year period after February 1989, at a time when I had already developed breasts.  These thoughts surfaced briefly because other girls were discussing such issues.  When the thought occurred, I considered what that would mean and immediately rejected it.  The entire process lasted no more than a minute.  It did not recur in any sustained way.

This was not hesitation born of distress.  It was momentary consideration triggered by external discussion.  It did not impair functioning, alter behaviour, or generate anxiety or doubt.

Clinically significant distress is persistent, intrusive and disruptive.  A fleeting thought that is immediately dismissed and does not recur does not meet that standard.  Reflection and responsibility are not pathology.  They are features of informed consent.

I worked, lived, socialised and functioned throughout this period.  There was no impairment.  Again, Threshold 2 was not met.

Further Reflection
It is important to be clear about language.  I was not analysing what I was doing and I did not know why I did the things I did.  I simply did them.  There was no internal narrative, no framework, and no attempt to understand myself in abstract terms.

When something did not fit, I dealt with it in a practical way.  If I had hair on my face, I got rid of it.  Women do not have hair on their face.  That was the extent of my reasoning.  There was no questioning, no interpretation, and no wider meaning attached to it.

From early childhood through adulthood, I did not think about who or what I was in any reflective or conceptual way.  I did not ask questions about identity.  I did not analyse my behaviour or search for meaning in it.  I simply did things as they arose and moved on.

I was also an innately private person.  I did not talk about myself, explain myself, or announce anything to others.  This was not avoidance or repression.  It was simply how I lived.  I did not need to say anything in order to live my life and nothing in my day to day experience required explanation.

This privacy extended even to my own understanding.  I did not consciously think "I am female" for many years.  There was no need to say it in words.  My life functioned without explanation.
Language arrived much later, around 2010, when information became abundant.  Language followed experience, not the other way around.

From early childhood there were isolated instances such as looking for female clothing, wearing some of my mother's clothes, wanting to wear a skirt or clothes that the girl who sat near me wore.  I preferred not to play boys sports or play with boys toys except Lego and Meccano and looking forward to playing with a girl who visited near where I lived in England until I was about ten.  These instances were not distressing and did not persist.  They were part of recognition, not conflict.

From early adolescence until my mid teens there was virtually nothing. There was no escalation and no fixation.  Later, from my late teens into my twenties, there was occasional wearing of underwear.  I did not experience this as a sense that being female fit me better.  I simply wanted to be female.  That wanting became stronger and stronger later in my twenties.  It did not arise from distress and it was not accompanied by internal conflict.  It strengthened as desire, not as discomfort.

Two Christmas holidays living as Sarah were not undertaken to relieve suffering.  They were experiences of ease.  I realised I could not get enough of that life because it felt right, not because my existing life felt unbearable.  When my uncle said go and live as a female, it was an epiphany not a rescue.

Between eighteen and thirty I built a career.  Not because I was delaying something, but because that was what I was doing at the time.  In hindsight it provided independence and stability.  At the time it was simply life unfolding.

There were moments that now appear symbolic.  I remember thinking that I did not want people to take my photograph.  In hindsight this can look like erasure.  At the time it felt more like authorship.  My life was not finished forming and I did not want it fixed prematurely.  I cannot remember if this was related to me wanting to be a girl.  The past I once sought to minimise is now clearly part of who I am.  That does not negate the earlier instinct.  It completes it.

When I changed my life around in February 1989, I did not experience it as a dramatic turning point.  I did not experience myself as transitioning because the word was not around at the time.  I changed my name, corrected documents and removed facial hair, things many women do.  I had surgery to correct a physical condition so that I could function in society as any other woman does.  I was not becoming something new.  I was aligning my body with how my life already functioned.

Even after changing my life, I did not question what I was doing at the time.  There was no ongoing self interrogation and no internal debate.  Looking back now, the absence of questioning during that period is striking.  At the time, it felt entirely normal.  I am examining it now not because it was unresolved then, but because language, knowledge and understanding arrived much later.

In hindsight it can be tempting to call this luck.  A more accurate description is that there were no hurdles in my way.  I moved forward without resistance.  Not because I foresaw the outcome and not because I was compelled, but because my life followed a line that was internally consistent.

I did not analyse my life into coherence.  I lived my life and coherence followed.


I could keep analyzing this until the cows come home, but as Forrest Gump would say, "That's all I have to say about that."

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Sarah B
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Dances With Trees

Quote from: Sarah B on January 18, 2026, 06:30:44 AMI assume when you said GV you meant GD?
No. I meant GV. Here's what I remember: I'm four years old, I'm wearing one of my older sister's dresses. I think I'm a girl. My father punished my sister far more severely for letting me wear her dress than he punished me. I did not want to get her in trouble again, so I stopped wearing dresses. Stopped thinking I was a girl. I experienced occasional lapses such as writing a short story when I was in the 4th grade from a girl's point of view. My father burned the story and had me sit at the table and transcribe a story he told to me. My teacher liked my father's story but didn't believe I wrote it. What 9-yr-old uses the word 'copse'? I started cross-dressing in my twenties but considered it a fetish. Then I started dreaming I was a woman in my mid-60s. So, until I was in my sixties, I did not 'feel' dysphoric. But I suppose I always was. Thanks, Sarah.
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Sarah B

Hi Everyone

I came across a thread titled "How do you know that you are ready for SRS?" and I wanted to respond, even though my experience does not really line up with the premise of the question.

So without further ado


The honest answer for me is this.  "I never knew" in the way the question assumes.  In truth, I never really thought about it at all.

When I first arrived in Sydney at age thirty, I saw a counsellor at a drop in centre called Tiresias House.  I was totally naïve at the time.  I vaguely mentioned something about the final stage or heading towards it, but I had no real understanding of surgery at all.  I was winging the discussion because I knew absolutely nothing about surgery or anything else about what I was going to do.

In May 1990 I received my first surgery letter from the second psychiatrist.  I only saw him three times.  He was very sure of what I was doing to do, why?  I was living and working and functioning well and as I would put it I had my head screwed on properly.  I understood that if I went ahead with surgery there was no going back.  That understanding and the responsibility was all mine.

After that I went back to my first psychiatrist with a single thought in my mind.  "I need the second surgery letter." I did briefly think what I would do if he did not give it to me and my answer was simple.  I would move on and find someone who would.  I deliberately chose him because other girls said he was tough.  In my own superficial way that meant to me that I was not mucking around.  When I asked he said yes.

I then asked if I could have the surgery straight away.  He said no.  At the time I did not really understand why.  Only many years later did I realise that I had in fact completed the two years of real life experience required by the standards of care.  I did not know I was doing that.  I was just living my life.

Between that point and surgery in February 1991 I was busy living and working.  I did not sit around thinking about surgery.  I never framed it as a big psychological event.  It felt more like "another chore that had to be completed" rather than something to dwell on.  Occasionally the approaching date crossed my mind more as it got closer but it was not something I thought about in any sustained way.

The day before surgery I remember a brief thought outside the hospital about what I was going to do.  I then went inside.  The next day after receiving the epidural they asked me if I could get on the surgery table.  I said yes and did so without hesitation.  In hindsight if there was ever a moment one could say I was ready that was it.  I could not get on the operating table fast enough.  If anything there was an impression of a smile on my face as if to say sure no problem.

So when people ask how you know you are ready my answer is that I did not experience readiness as a psychological milestone or a period of self examination.  I did not analyse myself into it.  I understood the consequences.  I knew there was no going back and I accepted that responsibility.  Beyond that I simply moved forward.

Looking back it feels like "much ado about nothing." Not because it was insignificant but because it did not occupy my mind in the way the question assumes.  I was not driven by distress.  I was not compelled.  I just did what needed to be done and my life carried on.


If this sounds familiar, it is because the last few topics are related. I am addressing the same underlying issue from different directions.

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Sarah B
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Feb 1989 Legally changed my name.
Mar 1989 Started hormones.
May 1990 Three surgery letters.
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Yes I was ready when the universe aligned for me, never any doubt and very happy now. Just an old dear doing what she wants to do happy in my own skin and my own company. Now if I could just lose that 40lbs!
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