After several months I tried to log in only to find my login did not work. So I re-registered.
In July of 2024, I tried rollerskating on the sidewalk outside my home. I fell down and broke both my wrists. In the emergency room I got listed as transgender female. I am assigned male at birth. It may have been the female under clothes that I was wearing, Or the fact that I look like I have been on female hormones.
A long time ago I changed my legal name to Michael. My mother refused to use my new name. In fact she told everyone that they did not need to use my new name. It was only for legal purposes.
This year I have been to a new dentist and a new eye doctor. At both places I gave the name Michael, and both places mispronounced my name as Michelle. I decided to just go with it, and introduce myself as Michelle when I go in for appointments. Less than a week ago, I had cataract surgery on my second eye. I can see fairly well, although my eyes are still adjusting.
When I broke my wrists, in the hospital I let it slip that my female name was Michelle, and that was the name that was used the whole time. That was the first time I heard the name being used. Once while I was in my room I was a bit confused with the occupational therapist and the doctor discussing something. I kept hearing she and her, and then realized they were talking about me. About a week after I broke my wrists, I had surgery to put plates in my wrists. A week later, I was released to go home as I was to the point that I could take care of myself. I could tie my own shoes.
I've heard the term cutting, and I used the rubber band technique. One day I went through the motion of slitting my wrists without having a knife. It was a weird feeling, like a weight was lifted off me.
The ironic part is I now have scars on my wrists, but they are from the surgery to put plates in my wrists.
My dad cut his wrist when he slipped and broke a jar he was carrying. My mother cut her wrist when she broke my dads whiskey bottle in the sink.
Michelle
