Yeah! 20 years ago today, I was having GRS done by Dr. Stanley Biber at Mount San Rafael Hospital in Trinidad Colorado. This time of day, too.
I've never regretted my surgery even once, even when I was extremely depressed and suicidal. Just feeling my vulva and vagina while doing other things gives me a little boost of happiness. Of course I had "Gender Euphoria" for quite a while post op. I healed pretty well, but got an infection after 5 or 6 weeks; that went away quickly with some antibiotics. With the high estrogen level I was taking, I had been crushing on a guy at work. He was a nice guy, tall, younger, married and a friend and thought my crush was humorous. After I healed up, I was still interested in guys and thought that it would be good if one could do my dilation for me.
It was a surprising and gratifying new thing for me to flirt with guys and have them flirt with me or just show their attraction. I'd been uncomfortable with all but the most mellow, non-aggressive guys, and stressed out by the tough and/or powerful ones when they got aggressive or angry. Now, they liked me!
I had wanted to join a tall peoples club for a long time, about 6 years, before I decided to transition. Their rules are 5' 10' or more for wimyn and 6' 2'' or more for men. Before HRT, I was 6 foot tall; I obviously didn't want to and couldn't join the club as a guy. I found out where the next meeting was. I was measured and had to wait for a vote to let me join; also waiting was a handsome tall club member from Tucson. We talked and flirted, we decided to go out to dinner; I drove to a restaurant, but it was closed that day. I asked him to dinner at my house and within seconds we were making out full blast. We went home and had the best time ever in my life. He was well experienced and skilled with excellent endurance and resilience; I was more sensitive and orgasmic than anyone else he'd had. I didn't know what I was doing, when to grip and when to release, but I'd been stretching (muscles and tendons beside my vag) and could put my legs out, lying on my back, at about a 160 ° angle and each flat on the bed. He liked it, too! I then fed him some spaghetti with (partially) home made sauce. He slept over and we went out for a while.
What are your reactions to any surgery to make your body more like your brain's gender? How do you think you'd feel if you had some change in how you are now, if you've had no ops?
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Yay! ^_^
*Raises a prawn in honor of the 20th anniversary of your V-day, then eats it* :3
Congratulations Renee!!!!
There probably never has been or ever will be a T person who has whined and complained as much as I have! :)
Frankly, I got the surgery because of the radical overdosage of psych meds I was on. Well the psych community is quite adept at covering their asses, so no one will ever make an apology. However, In the years since August 15th, of 2006, when I had SRS in Thailand, I have had to grudgingly admit that being a woman was in my "fates". And, yes I had a couple months of buyers remorse.
On reflection, in 2012 I am living the happiest years of my life.
Khadijah
20th Anniversary!
Thanks for the BLOG! Reading it made my day.
May Your Light Forever Shine
Dear Nee Nee
...some day I'll come out to the desert and you can help me with that test drive we talked about! Jersey hugs from Li'l Sis
Love, Andrea Lena
Dear Nee Nee...again.
Oh...and love you tremendously while I'm thinking!!! Jersey hugs from Li'l Sis
Love, Andrea Lena
congrats on the anniversary, hon
I've never been flirted with, and I dont expect that to change, but maybe someday I'll be celebrating 20 years post surgery too. (Of course, it will be in the old folks home, and I probably wont know what anyone is talking about, but hey)
Beat ya!
I was done in December 1991, happy anniversary all the same.
Hugs,
Angharad
Angharad
Danged....
I might have done by then as well - had life followed a different path... (I.e. no kids forthcoming) I was preparing to transition in '87... *sighs* And, yes I think about might have beens every now and again. But, every time, I come to the conclusion that my kids and keeping my wife are worth all the pain of not transitioning back then... (I also have no clue how I'd have paid for any surgeries back then...)
Annette
Angie!!!!
You smug b*tch!
Well, mine's newer than yours and my surgeon was much nicer. ;P
Actually, I kinda thought you had your Op in the late '80s. You were probably living full time a lot longer that I was.
Thanks for the comment, Love.
Hugs and Bright Blessings,
Renee
I had to wait
5 years for my surgery, due to cock ups ('scuse pun) at Charing Cross Hospital. In the end, I went elsewhere and was by the leading UK urologist at the time, a very charming and urbane man, Mr Michael Royale. It was done at a private clinic but paid for by the NHS because CCH couldn't deliver.
Angharad
must admit
I get a little eye rollingly annoyed at some of this sort of thing. Discussing company medical plans for SRS or FFS or Govt sponsored whatever variations when nothing here is covered almost anywhere. Yes there are a few rare exceptions, but.... Okay I get a few pills on the cheap via assorted Doctors bending the rules slightly, but damn... Okay, colour me envious. I'll just sulk quietly like a good girl. ...No disrespect to the luckier amongst us intended or meant... bloody hell disclaimers here, I'm losing it or the world is maybe.
Kris
In answer...
In answer to your question...
I've only had minor ops (dental and/or local anestesia) in the past... But, when it began to look like my insurance wasn't going to pay for my FFS, I decided I was going through with my transition anyway... (And I told HR that - which may have contributed to their decision to override the Insurance Company's decision to reject the surgery.. Maybe yes, maybe no.)
In any event, ask me again NEXT month, and I may be better able to answer the question. Ask me next year (better yet in about 18 months), and I hope to have an even more complete response.
All that said, I've had some events that dramatically changed my life. (My marriage, the birth of both kids, coming out to my wife, my first week - full time, getting diagnosed with CLL Leukemia, etc.) These things are life changing.
BTW - Happy "Anniversary"... :-)
Annette
Thanks Everyone!
I really appreciate all the warmth and support.
Per Angie: that makes my time estimate about right. I only started coming out in Jan. 1990; I was full time for 15 months before my op.
I funded all my surgeries myself. My ex was making good money. She graduated from MIT In '74 with a BS in material science, specializing in semiconductors. She advanced to operations manager of a semiconductor plant with one wafer fab; next she became a consultant and did things like working in Grenoble France for about 10 weeks in '85. She started her own consulting company, but she and some other independent consultants, that temporarily work for her, produce all the income. She never could delegate enough to expand her company, so she's well off, but not millionaire range. With her own corporation, she can cheat on taxes a lot. I worked as a senior engineer, then a senior staff engineer and was on the bottom rung of the technical ladder. My pay was OK.
We didn't have that many expenses until fertility treatments for Abbie and adoption fees in the mid '80s; we adopted a girl in Nov. '86. Ab finally got pregnant after I had 3 months of T shots, not for better sperm, which apparently I got, but to see what effect T would have on my depression. It didn't do much except caused a little hair loss, I think. Bio daughter in July '88. I had mainly payed the mortgages, 3 homes since about '77, and invested a lot of my paid. Abbie always got unnecessarily expense stuff for herself, I thought, but it was her money.
While recovering from my surgery, I thought "This is so wonderful, I should pay for another T gal to have hers, too" I met Kim, penniless; we got legally married then she had her surgery in Aug '93. Unfortunately, I was fired in Oct '93, mainly for transitioning on the job, by my old, beginning Alzheimer's, straight ass, racist, homo and transphobic boss.
Oh, I wandered off again.
Thanks for all the great comments!
Hugs and Bright Blessings,
Renee