So it has been a while since I did
an update - added to the story of my journey to transition. I just watched a
video by Claire Michelle in conversation with someone who transitioned like 50
years ago and it made me think it was time to get my ass in gear and update
ya'll.
Life is worth living now. Ha, straight
into it, but that is pretty amazing. It took me a long time to get to this
stage but nowadays I actually feel alive. I have my moments, have my wobbles.
There are little things that trigger me, as I have discussed in older blogs.
But in general I would not change a thing with where I am. I am happy with my
place in society, the things I do, the way my body is, the pace of my
transition. Sure, I would love the odd thing to be different but there is
nothing that makes me trip out.
Well, apart from the way trans
people are dealt with by the courts, media and schools. We still have progress
to make in these areas but I think progress is happening. Change is happening
and eyes are being opened. Hopefully I am playing my bit part.
I could not do so if my life was not
in a great place, if my mental health was not good and if I didn't have the
amazing support of friends, family and colleagues. I have never shied away from
the mess that I was. If I had not transitioned when I did my life was done. I
think that this is the crux of whether or not you need to transition, as a
friend pointed out the other night. I knew I had to transition. Others I have
talked to say the same thing - they just could not go on 'getting by as the
wrong gender'.
I hate that the press think that it
is such a trivial thing, to transition. No one takes it lightly and we open
ourselves up to all sorts of abuse. The stats for suicide amongst the trans
community are crazy high and I expect that they are so much lower than the
reality. Had I ended my life three years ago that would not have been
registered as due to gender dysphoria - I would not have registered on the
trans suicide stats. There is zero chance that this is uncommon. Right now we
claim a figure of 35 - 45% risk of suicide for trans folks compared to 5% for
the non-trans community, I say that the true figures could easily be more like
80%. But we can never question the dead.
Sorry, I need to vent a little here.
The more visible trans issues are, the more we acknowledge that gender
dysphoria is a real issue, the earlier we recognise it the better. The BBC have
just commissioned a show aimed at 6 - 12 year olds talking about transition and
this is amazing. On the other hand the Daily Mail is leading a campaign against
this, against the trans charity Mermaids, against the trans and
trans-supportive community at large. This kind of speech is dangerous. This
kind of thinking will lead to the loss of lives. We cannot get away from that. It
cannot go on.
Is gender dysphoria a mental health
issue? Well, as I have discussed before - no, it just leads to issues with
mental health. Before I transitioned I spent most of my life in a deep, dark
depression. That lifted when I transitioned. Cause = effect. I love life. I
have bad days, but I know that they are bad days. I can accept them as such.
They don't lead to my mind spiralling into the depths. Transitioning is the
best thing that I could have ever done and I will never, ever regret it.
Turns out that life is actually
pretty fantastic when you do it right.
In my case, that means in a dress
with a TARDIS tattoo on my back and a blood stream full of oestrogen. Bigger on
the inside - damn right I am.
Now that I am in the place I am I
fully intend to do what I can to use that and help others get to the same
place. Social change will take time. It will take effort. It will not be
overnight. The signs however are good in this country.
I cannot change the world but if I
make one person's life better then that is what I am here for - what my life is
all about. There have lucky that there have been a bunch of these moments in my
life and of late I have had a bunch more. the other week I had a kid from a
trans LGBT group call me cool. Cool - me! I'm a nerd. But I am living an
authentic, and very non-incognito, life - the kind of person 'the youth' need to
see (that makes me sound old doesn't it...); the kind of person that allows them to see that they are not alone. In the
same way that old Baby Chaos albums used to make me see that I was not the only
person who got depressed.
I am in a position where folks
listen to me and there is a chance I can make little differences here and
there. I am getting involved at the uni with loads of events, I have started
helping with a local youth LGBT group, I am engaged with Stonewall, doing
training to go into local schools. I am involved with the city and county
councils in minor but still real way. I was able to bring up a horrible case of
repression of a trans schoolie to a member of the county council and fingers
crossed it will be followed up. I hope so. The meeting was totally accidental
but now I have it I will be keeping my eye on it.
I can use my position as a happy,
pretty successful, trans woman to fight for those who are not in a good place.
When we have the strength we have to help each other.
I am doing what I can to bring
things together, to make sure that efforts are not wasted or work is redone. I
am seeing so much engagement from outside the LGBT community which is amazing -
and this is where strength comes: from all sectors working together for common
causes.
My life experience is LGBT but that
does not stop me supporting disability or BME issues. This was echoed at a
panel I watched yesterday discussing youth disability and the arts - it was
amazing how welcomed I felt at the event. People almost seemed grateful that I
was at the event as a member of the LGBT community which was, honestly, quite
embarrassing. Just because I am fighting for LGBT rights does not mean I stop
caring for other vulnerable groups. Those youths were bloody inspiring.
So yes - I am much happier in life
and with that I can go about business like a real person rather than the shadow
I used to be. I am comfortable in my skin and I am making the most of it.
I get looked at every so often, but
I don't really care. Helps that I have the attitude that if folk give me a
dirty look I throw them a grin back. I have learnt to accept myself so other
people's opinions really don't matter to me as long as they don't have an
impact on my life.
Talking of my own skin - that is
certainly softer than it was. I am constantly amazed at what hormones can do.
My breasts are not huge but are still on their way. My hips and ass are
reaching proportions where I am happy in a skinny dress or jeans. Body hair has
gotten significantly less and very light where it does grow. I actually think I
am starting to have a reasonable body. Really gotta shake my belly off though -
not climbing for so long has had its toll in my middle.
My face keeps changing. I am shocked
but I really think it is still changing. I cannot explain what but when I look
in the mirror, every so often I notice changes. The standard thought is that
most physical changes happen within your first two years, but there are still ongoing
changes for 5 years of hormones or so. At the 2.5 year mark, I am still finding
surprises here and there.
This brings up an interesting point.
The truth is that the younger you start hormone replacement therapy, the better
the effect you get. However, you can still have kick ass results later on. I
was mid thirties when I started and honestly I am so happy with what the
hormones have done for me. I tend to pass by in the street without a second
glance. It is only when people actually look at me that they realise I am
trans. I am in no way 100% passable under any prolonged glance but I don't get
clocked from the corner of eyes which I used to. Sure, I would love to pass
100% but I am comfortable with where I am. And let's be honest, if I was not
comfortable being looked at I wouldn't die my hair turquoise. I am hiding
nothing of who I am.
I guess this is why I am so lazy
with practicing my voice. I have done a course of speech therapy, I can achieve
a great pitch and can module my voice to a tone that would stand out less as masculine.
Yet, I don't. Yes, I (still) hate my voice but at the same time I am
comfortable with it. Partially it adds to the visibility and partially I am
really, really lazy when it comes to practicing. Odd, but there ya go. Slowly
slowly it'll change I think. I'm down with that.
So between features and voice, I am
visible in public. That means folk know 'trans people walk amongst them' and
this is actually pretty important. Especially as, every so often, someone will
come up and ask you about it.
Yesterday I had a lady constantly
casting me glances. After a while she came over and said that her child has
recently come out as transgender. I was able to talk to her about it - assure
her that getting things wrong at first is totally normal, remind her that her
lack of knowledge on the subject is actually the norm but that resources are
available. That support is available. I dunno, I hope something I said was
useful. At the very least she was able to see that a trans person can exist in
the community and be happy. Have a laugh. Just do normal things. I could see
how many questions she had and if I were not visible, those questions would
remain.
Sometimes just 'being' is important.
Whilst I am comfortable with myself,
I still want surgeries. I am getting closer to my referral for bottom surgery,
closer to the long waiting list for this. I am not happy with my body in this
regard and the sooner I sort it out the sooner I can just get on with it. I
just want it out of the way really. Being able to wear leggings without
worrying about a bump would be ace. And in the same vein, not having to wear
knickers that are so tight they are uncomfortable would be awesome too.
I also want some facial feminisation
surgery, FFS. Sure, my face has changed and I like it way more than I ever used
to but I would still like to alter a few of my more masculine features. Just
get them a little in line with what I imagine in dreams. A few minor
alterations.
I also realised recently that if I
was offered a free boob job I may actually take it. I have never been of the
thought that boobs make the woman. But for free… maybe. Not huge, just a little
extra. I hadn't really thought about it to be honest but my gender clinic
mentioned it on my last visit. Sure I'll take it if offered but I would rather
have the two surgeries above first. Unfortunately FFS is not often available in
England (yes in Scotland sometimes, I think) on our NHS. That is something I
would like to see change - but I also would like to see the NHS actually be
funded better all round.
Well, I guess I have made follow-up updates
to previous blogs on mental health and physical changes, as well as going all
social change warrior.
I guess that leaves the 'romance'
side of things…
I watched a retired woman talk about
how she has not made romance work for her despite having a long, successful
life. Yet at weekend I hung with a married couple, one of whom has recently
started to transition. Truth is, whether you are straight, gay, cis or trans
you may or may not find love. Simple as that. It would be interesting to
compare stats of straight and gay populations who are happily married but I don't
have them and at this stage and I feel too lazy to research it.
From a trans take, I guess some of
it is confidence and comfortability in our own skin. I am finally starting to
feel normal in my own skin and my confidence is growing. Not that I think I am
a sexy lady or owt like that but I feel happy with myself. I am still waiting
for surgery, like I say. I think I would be much happier once I have the right
bits. Hormones do 'effect' how things work and I also worry that were I lucky enough
to be in a relationship it would get complicated changing so drastically.
So for now, when it comes to
relationships, I am patient.
That does not mean that I don't look
around. Well, I am not actively looking around but I am starting to notice
people again. For a while it was like I had my eyes closed to others - which
for anyone that used to know me probably sounds crazy. But yer, I was just
happy getting on with my own little self and making loads of great friends
instead.
Since changing my hormones a few
month back I have started to develop mini crushes on people. Weirdly for me
these are both male and female crushes. I have always had an open mind but I just
never found guys attractive. But of late I find myself thinking "hmm,
cute". This took me by surprise. It is only minor for guys - my big crush
right now is femme, but it is an interesting change of perspective. Course, most
of the guys are gay, damn, but there ya go.
And that raises an odd one in
itself. I don't know what sort of sexuality I actually appeal to. If I appealed
to a gay man then does that mean I am failing as a woman? Can a lesbian really
fall for a trans woman? Can a straight woman? Hmm. It proper mashes my swede.
The idea of actually approaching
someone and asking whether they like me or not is insane. I guess this stems
from knowing that I am not fully accepted as a woman. Sure, folk will accept my
gender identity and support me but on some level, some level there is that
'something'. That same thing that makes people call me 'sir' in shops when I am
looking half decent. The subliminal level of acceptance, no matter how much I am
accepted on a rational level. I'm not moaning about this, it is how it is. Heck,
I have moments where I wonder how I see myself. In my dreams I have a very
clear trans-female identity rather than just female.
Makes the idea of dating a 'mare! - Like
it wasn't confusing enough as a straight teen boy.
I think we need little badges that
say 'open to dating a trans woman'.