Tuesday I had my 3 month appointment with my hormone doctor. She’s great and I highly recommend her for anyone in the area. I had my labs drawn the week before and my numbers are right where she wants them. They were high previously which just made my body turn the testosterone into estrogen so I was falling back in my progress. I found that odd because that was the only time that I saw any god changes like a drop in my voice and the start of facial hair. I told her that I started off sounding like a 4 year old girl and now sound like a 12 year old girl. She chuckled and said that to her, I sound like a 12 year old boy. Maybe my hearing is off but I think at that age girls and boys still sound a lot alike. Anyway, she said he’d recommend voice therapy but that it would not be covered by insurance and it’s around $100 USD per visit. Plus, she also said that typically her mtf (male-to-female) patients use those but that I may be able to get some pointers or suggestions for my voice. Don’t exactly have that kind of money so I asked her to hold off on the referral for a couple of months. As for the facial hair, good luck to me. I told her that I started putting minoxidil on my face (Rogaine for men basically) and she said that was great. I really like her and how she treats me like a man with a slight hormone imbalance. I had brought up several months ago about how I was concerned with my lower growth because I’ve heard many other transmen talk about their growth but I have had none and it has bothered me for some time now. She remembered and asked me about it but much to my dismay, nothing has changed. I go back in a few months and I am hoping that I have some positive changes to report at that visit.
Snow storm coming in tonight so I am going to get off and shovel again so there is less to do tomorrow. I am working today to start making it a great day tomorrow. I hope that you were able to make it a great day today.
It has been 6 months since my surgery. I have noticed a confidence in myself that I haven’t had since I was 4 years old running around outside without my shirt on like the other boys. I have little feeling around the scar tissue but from what I’ve heard, this is pretty normal. If someone were to touch the area I can tell it’s being touched yet am unable to feel the contact. Maybe it’s the pressure or it’s possible that I have a small amount of feeling. The scars themselves are a light shade of pink (I am Caucasian) instead of the mean red they were after surgery with the exception of under my left arm where I lifted my daughter onto a gurney to get her into the helicopter last August for transport to the hospital. I pulled open the wound doing that and it never healed right. I am okay with this though because it helped to save my precious daughter’s life. Like my stretch marks, this anomaly in my scar tissue is my war wound. Something that I lived through and came out better on the other side. Something I learned from and embrace.
If you’ve gone through top surgery already, I would love to hear your stories. If you plan on going through it, what are some things that you are really excited about and some things that you are nervous/scared about? Maybe we, as a group, can help each other out. If you are not able to, or for whatever reason choose not to have top surgery, that is okay too. Each person has to do what is best for them and their situation. No matter which category you fall under, you are still a man. You are still you. You are still lovable and worthy of love and acceptance. I care about you.
Go out and make it the best life that you possibly can, starting with today. Go out and make it a great day!
I was just informed that the new transgender suicide hotline for the United States is up and running and I wanted to share this with you should you need it.
No matter what is going on in your life or who is saying/doing what remember that you matter. Your feelings and fears matter. You are loved even if you may not feel it right now. There is no shame in asking for help. I strongly believe that it takes a strong person to admit when they need help and to actively reach out for it. The people on the other end of the line are here to help you, please, let them.
I work with the public. Yesterday I had several people call me ma’am and by the umpteenth time I looked at the guy in front of me and said, “What kind of cheese would you like ma’am?” He got real serious and a little upset and corrected me. So I countered with, “I’m sorry, I thought it must be opposite day since you called me ma’am”. He realized his mistake and apologized then said it was good that I had a sense of humor during times like that. I have a he/him pronoun button on the front of my work hat yet no one notices it. Tired of not passing. I’ve been on testosterone for almost 2 years and I still sound like a 12 year old girl. I’m just not starting to get sporadic facial hair. Ugh! This really messes with my dysphoria and I have no clue how to overcome it. I see guys on facebook that have been on testosterone for 4 months that have deep voices and facial hair yet here I am still looking and sounding like a girl!
Hoping today is better. It is a new day filled with endless possibilities after all. So, I am going to go out and make it a great day, are you?
Unbelievable. Old Navy customer service reps are complete idiots. I can’t change my phone number because my new number isn’t coming up with my legal name. Funny, my previous phone number wasn’t even in my name yet they allowed me to put it on my account. I can’t change my name because their database doesn’t show that my social has that name. Even though it’s legally been Christian (through courts and the social security office) for forever now. I asked how long their database updates, every… 5 years, every 10 years? He said it updates when the social security office gets updated information. I told him that was bull shit and he told me not to cuss that he’s not allowed to listen to that kind of filth. He asked me if I had pen and paper and I said for what. He wanted to give me the mailing address so that I could send in proof that my name was changed and that he had to send me a verification number through the mail in order to change my phone number. I told him that I didn’t want the address and that I would pay the bill when they changed my name and phone number. Probably too far but I’m sick and tired of looking at my dead name years after it was legally changed. I don’t use my card but maybe once or twice a year at most but when I do I am still forced to look at it. So frustrating and dysphoria inducing!! Maybe I will send in the information that they need but black out everything except my address and the exact sentence that says that I will now and forever be known as Christian. They don’t need anything else. They can suck it for all I care!
Sorry everyone, I tried to make it a good day, I really did. Then I had to go and try to change my information thinking it would be fairly easy.
So, last night I went to the store to get something for dinner. Walked up and put my stuff on the belt. The cashier greeted me with “hi ma’am” so I said “hello sir”. Apparently that wasn’t enough. She called me ma’am again and I told her I was a man. For a 3rd freaking time she said ma’am!! Mind you I had 5 items so the exchange wasn’t that long, maybe 5 minutes at the very most. Finally I about yelled “Stop calling me ma’am! I don’t know if you noticed or what’s wrong with you but I ain’t got no boobs and I have facial hair!” Grant it there isn’t a lot but it’s black hair so it’s a little noticeable. She responded with, “I’m sorry ma’am”!! I was so angry. I haven’t been this angry since that regular customer at work told me I was going straight to hell while they would be going to heaven!! Had to get this off my chest.
I am going to go out and make today a great day!
As I was watching Jazz Jennings on YouTube I realized something kind of sad about myself. She said, “I didn’t wake up one day and decide that I wanted to be a girl. It just always knew and started expressing myself that way. I told my parents, ‘I’m a girl’ and gravitated towards girlie things. And for some people, the reason they transitioned so later in life is because they displayed those signs and they knew they were the opposite gender but when they told everyone in society it was kind of shut down and they had to suppress their emotions for so many years until they finally had the courage to express themselves authentically.” I realized that throughout my childhood that person was my father. I wanted nothing more than to have a BMX bike that I could do tricks on and ride around in the dirt but I was forced to have a girl bike with a banana seat. Never wore makeup yet that was what he always bought me for Christmas. Little things like that to try and break the person I knew myself to be. Probably wasn’t done on purpose but I feel that I missed out on so much because of this. So many experiences, happiness, the list is long.
She goes on to say that as transpeople we have the right to be annoyed when someone uses the wrong pronouns. Once someone tells you what pronouns they use and then you continuously start messing up it’s very hurtful and we don’t understand why you’re doing that. It sometimes feels like it’s on purpose.
I have a very devout Christian friend that uses my preferred name and pronouns about 90% of the time and we’ve been friends 27 years. A woman that I work with gets my name and pronouns correct and she hates me with every fiber of her being, yet my family is incapable of calling me anything but female pronouns and using my dead name. I have cancelled outings or not gone to their home when I wanted, or even called, because I just can’t deal with the depression that follows these encounters. Especially since I have gone through top surgery now. I pass until someone opens their mouth and says ‘she would like’ or uses my dead name when trying to get my attention. I can’t begin to say how angry and hurt this makes me feel. At first I understood that I went by that name for many, many years and that it would take time. It’s been 2 years of me using the same pronouns and name! You’d think one would be able to get it right by now. Mentally I just can’t do it anymore. I’d rather stay at home and be a recluse than to have to deal with that any longer.
This post will probably make people angry and whatnot but I just don’t care anymore. It’s my mental health that is at risk here. I have enough mental issues without throwing mental abuse on to the heap. Yes, I used mental abuse because it’s just as painful as any other type of mental abuse. When I came out on Facebook I started it off by saying, “So-and-so has passed away…”. This is true. That person doesn’t exist. She is dead and will forever be dead. I am here now. I was hiding in her shadow all these years but I have finally been set free, I walked out of her shadow, and I will never go back! I am a man.