I am going to talk about voice stuff a bit.
Prior to my stupid natal puberty, I had a much higher voice, and I would go out of my way to talk more like a girl. Around the age of 13, I finally gave up due to family pressure. Had I not done that, my vocal journey would've been so much easier. But things would've been better for them if a certain someone had an... well... anyway.....
I gave up and intentionally spoke in a lower register. I remember when I was in that dumb choir class in 8th grade. It was one of those stupid mandatory "elective" classes. I would've been better off with a study hall period and spending it in the library reading instead.
When they started the class, the teacher had us say our names three times. I remember when I said mine, and I sounded so, so sad. With everything that went on during my jr high school days, it is truly a miracle that I never checked out. I was placed in the baritone section. Had I never appeased my worthless elders, I may have been a tenor. Maybe. I don't think I would have been a soprano. But who the hell knows?
So, yeah, that's the genesis of that.
So, fast-forward to the time I met up with Susan, Brandi, and the other two peeps whose names I can't remember. I remember when Brandi was driving me back to my hometown, and she remarked that I really wasn't too far off from achieving a female voice. It was, like, 70% of the way there. I just needed to keep working, and I did that.
Then, my friggin' tonsils became infected around the time after I had my orchi, and I wanted to pay off that medical debt; I suffered through it willingly. I was not about to heap more medical debt onto myself. If this country's medical system didn't suck so bad, I wouldn't have had to do that.
I paid off the medical debt in nine months. I skipped groceries and sacrificed other things as well. Everyone kept telling me to just pay 50 bucks a month. The hell with that. I despise being in debt. Monthly bills are a whole other thing, ya know?
So, I paid that off, got the rocks out of my throat, went through the single worst recovery period in my life, and moved on.
It took quite a long time to recover from that. My speaking voice was trash. My singing and growling vocals, respectively, were totally destroyed. It was beyond depressing.
But after many, many years of work, getting depressed about the results, starting over again, etc, I finally made progress. This is addressed in that one post from whenever in this here blog thread.
