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Vlog #14 – Questions about surgery.

Warning: Don’t watch if you are squeamish about surgeries or genital talks.

I had a bunch of questions to my surgeon about my upcoming surgery. Some call it SRS (sexual reassignment surgery), or GCS (gender corrective surgery), but I just call it surgery.

I ramble on about stuff at first, the questions (and answers) start at 5:24

[5:56] Question 1: What is the approximate vaginal depth I can reach?
[8:38] Question 2: How soon after surgery can I have vaginal intercourse?
[9:18] Question 3: How soon after surgery can I have anal intercourse?
[10:26] Question 4: Dilating. How often, and when can I stop doing it (especially when sexually active)?
[12:00] Question 5: Will I have a sensitive clitoris?
[13:04] Question 6: Labiaplasty. Done together with vaginoplasty?
[13:54] Question 7: Second (cosmetic) operation cover by insurance?
[15:30] Question 8: How identical will it be to a natal women’s vagina?
[20:54] Question 9: What are my chances of complications? What are they?
[23:46] Question 10: Am I too small statures for a deep vagina? Is my pelvic size an issue?
[24:30] Question 11: My BMI is 18. Which is only a little below normal. Is this an issue? My weight has been stable around 41.5kg.
[26:11] Question 12: Which areas would I still need to get lasered before surgery?

Letting go and letting it happen.

You'll never know why I'm smiling. ;)Over the course of the past few weeks that I started taking hormones my life was turned upside down and a lot of latent feelings that were always there but hidden were suddenly exposed. There have been some drastic changes in my emotional state so I haven’t touched this blog or even my Facebook and Twitter because the results would be incredibly chaotic and likely even not make any sense at all.

Some of those feelings are ones I have consciously squashed down myself over the years, some even forgotten I initially had them in the first place, but they have grown too strong now to do that so I had to let go of the hold I had on them and let me feel whatever it is that my soul wanted me to feel. Some of these feelings I expected, while others caught me completely off guard.

In terms of sexuality I think I mentioned before I was in heavy flux mode for a while. Right now I guess you can say that I went from straight to bi to pan to bi to straight (girls, both, any, both, guys – get it?). Though I have to add that it is my personal belief that everyone is at least a little bit bisexual whether they actually ever truly experienced (or acted on) those feelings or not. Many people have uttered the phrase: “If only you were a woman/man!” and my response to that is “What’s stopping you”? Really, why eliminate half the population if you think this person can truly make you happy? Go for it and see if it works out.

To continue on that subject it is now more apparent than ever that I have the hots for guys. It is truly uncontrollable and I’m loving it! There is more to this part of the story but I’m saving that for a later post. I’m such a tease, aren’t I?

I have been working hardcore on my schedule and I have to say I finally got it under complete control. Eating and sleeping at fixed times is not really a problem anymore. The times for eating will vary when I’m out of course, but I try to keep them as close as possible.

Adding to this I have also gained some much needed weight. As where a few months ago I actually hit an absolute low point of around 33.4kg (73.6lbs) I can actually say I am above 38kg (83.7lbs) right now. My minimum goal is 40kg (88lbs) but I’m trying for 45kg (99lbs) as my ultimate goal. Those 10 pounds I’ve gained are very visible too. In fact, it’s so ‘bad’ that I need to buy new pants. The 24″ wides I got are getting hella tight now. Even the skirt I always had to use a safety pin on doesn’t fall off anymore. ;p

From what I know from specialists and other T-girls it seems that on average you should not expect to see any significant growth in breast tissue until after 6 solid months of taking hormones. Well, after about 1-2 weeks I looked down and went “Holy shit! I have boobs!” and they are still very obviously growing. Of course, they are at like ‘pre-teen’ level right now, A minus minus, but they’re there and that makes me happy and well, more confident, too.

I have quite a few appointments set up in the coming months. Got therapy in a few days, taking my mom with me for the first time. Something I have been very reluctant to do but I know it needs to happen. Then there’s the intake for the laser hair removal in less than two weeks, I’m so glad to finally be able to do that. The VUMC hospital sent out a letter to my insurance to let them know about this and are asking them to completely cover it.

They also sent out another letter to the main office asking for a gender correction on all papers and cards. And I have a letter I can take to stuff like the bank and other insurance companies to ask them to either change my gender on all paperwork, or leave it out completely. I’m definitely making an appointment with the bank soon to do that part. I absolutely hate getting mail addressed to “Mr”. I just want to burn it. Sadly it will still require surgery to be able to change it in all permanent records including my birth certificate, but that’s still two to three years away. If only it could be tomorrow.. If only….

For several years I have been part of a community that was initially formed around the webcomic PvPonline. After the comic’s artist pulled the plug on the forums several users scrambled in the IRC channel I had set up for them and a new permanent home was coordinated there. Halforum came to be (now known as Halforums) and after a while I volunteered to be the technical administrator for the site. I love to code so this was a good opportunity to both do something useful with my skills and learn some new things along the way.

I transitioned while being a part of this community and have to say that they have always been positive and supportive about it. I have never had an issue there regarding my transsexuality and had several good opportunities to inform them when they had questions as well.

While these people have taken up a relatively good-sized chunk of my life I did decide in the past weeks that it is time for me to move on. I will help them make the move to a new forum software and after that I will take my leave. To be honest I have stuck around there longer than I should have, it is no longer a part of me but a part that I need to let go.

So yeah.. Many changes in my life, both big and small. Some expected, some completely unexpected. But I decided to not worry what I might suddenly feel, like, or dislike. I’m just gonna let it happen.

I know some people will have some difficulty with these changes and may catch them off guard. Especially from those close to me I expect to hear a bunch of “but you never liked/did that before”! Which is kind of the point, isn’t it? I am not that person anymore and you should thank God for that because I know that I sure as hell never cared for him.

Good riddance and hello new wonderful life!

I can(‘t) see!

Today was the day I finally had the appointment at the hospital to get my eye fixed up. I’m not superstitious but did find it typical they were going to cut my eyelid open on Friday the 13th.

When I got there I had to wait for quite a while, they seemed to be very busy but when my turn finally came I was brought to a small room which was only shielded from the rest of the hospital by a curtain.

There I was told the entire procedure and were going to start with the anesthetic. They (Note: I’m using “they” and “them” throughout this blog entry as I could not see a whole lot and therefor could not tell any of the doctors apart.) informed me this was the worst part and that I won’t feel a thing afterward.

They marked the area that had to be cut open and then brought out the needle. It was scary. :( Putting in the needle was annoying but not particularly painful. It did take a while for them to finish though. Then they dropped some fluid in my bottom eyelid which burned for a bit.

Then I had to wait for 10 minutes or so for the anesthetic to take full effect. I could feel my eyelid swelling up, a very weird feeling. When it was finally time they brought me to another, bigger room and there I had to lay back in the most uncomfortable chair ever! Doesn’t help when you can’t move the headrest and you’re too short to place your head on it AND actually have your but in the seat. So I had to place my head between the headrest and the back… Guh.

I was then given more drops, this time in both eyes, but these didn’t sting. A clamp was used to hold my eyelid in a certain position and that bit did flipping hurt! It was secured so tightly that it became very painful and it was then removed and set looser thank God. It was still painful though. Whoever told me that the anesthetic was the worst part was a damn liar! :(

Then it was time to make the incision. This part I did not feel at all though the very idea of it made me a bit queezy. A ‘spoon’ was subsequently used to take all the crap out of my eyelid which was uncomfortable but the clamp was still the worst part. Blood started pouring into my eye which is a weird sight and feels very strange, let me tell you.

You feel so helpless when you’re i a chair like this. You basically have to surrender yourself to whoever is hovering above you. Be it a surgeon, dentist, or whoever. It is unnatural and it can be really hard to resist the urge to just lash out at the person hurting you.

When it was done the clamp was released and some form of ointment was put into my eye, dunno what, I did not even feel it. Then the big ass bandage was put over my eye and I was told that since everything went so well I did not have to wait for checkup as most do. I could go home straight away.

Back from hospital after having my eyelid cut open. :(
Damn, I really look like crap in this pic.

It will be swollen for a week or two but that should go down by itself. I won’t need to take any medicine or anything so that’s good, too. I can’t see a damn thing though. I have no depth perception which affects me more than I thought it would. When I want to grab stuff I keep missing.

I try ‘n wear glasses over this but it doesn’t help much, really. At least I can take the bandages of tonight and I should have pretty eyes again soon. :)

One bad thing after another.

I had another appointment with the hospital yesterday. I had to be there at 10am so I had to leave early.

Well, I was ready on time, got to the bus stop early and waited for it to arrive. ..and waited.. ..and waited some more.. half an hour.. forty five minutes.. an hour… It was freezing cold and all I could do was stand there waiting, hoping it would come soon.

Meanwhile, other people left the bus stop as they got tired of waiting, but this appointment is very important so I did not have that luxury. The bus didn’t show up until 4 minutes after 10. Exactly four minutes after I had to be at the hospital.

Now, normally I would have called them to let them know I was going to be late, and if there was still any point in going but wouldn’t you know it.. My cellphone had been disconnected a few days ago because of a stupid billing issue that they simply won’t fix. They’re a very dumb company and have a crappy ass help desk. As soon as this subscription is over I’m switching to something better.

Anyway, the weather was so crappy that there were warnings on the news that people that didn’t necessarily needed to travel should stay indoors. Considering there are people from all over the country headed out for appointments to the same hospital I decided to go anyway and hope someone canceled. Which isn’t unprecedented, it happens a lot I’ve been told.

Well, when I finally get there it is about 11am so I am very late. I’m cold and freezing, nervous as hell, but I walk inside, go up one floor and head toward where I’m supposed to be. As I go around the corner into the last hallway I already see her standing there with a confused look.

She asks me if I made a mistake with the appointment time, saying it was an hour ago. As I explain what happened, the late bus, the fact I couldn’t call, and the hope that someone would cancel because of the bad weather she tells me that they actually called everyone to verify if they would still show up or not. Of course I could not be reached. And guess what? They all showed up so there was nothing I could do except leave and go home. :(

So that was my shitty day. Not another appointment for a month.. next year.. which means my diagnosis will take that much longer as well. Fuck!

Transgender Information Evening

About a week ago there was a Transgender information evening thing over at the VUMC in Amsterdam, the hospital that I am still on the waiting list on. It started a little after 6pm with speeches accompanied by slides. I went there with my mom, dad, and my daughter.

We left early to avoid traffic problems, it starting at such an awkward time, so we ate something there and looked around a bit before heading to the hall we were all supposed to meet. I didn’t expect a lot of people to show up but I was mistaken. There were quite a few people there, both transgender and relatives.

There was coffee and tea for everyone and shortly someone came to usher us into an adjacent room which looked very much like a movie theater. Well, at least we were comfy. :) After a brief introduction the first guy started doing his slide ‘n speech thing. He spoke kinda softly so I don’t think my dad missed the bigger part of it, but the guy really only gave a general overview of the process in its entirety, from diagnosis to hormones to surgery.

The second guy was a lot easier to understand, it was an older man, bearded, that made the occasional joke. His main focus seemed to be around the hormones and how it would affect you. He also talked about the danger in acquiring hormones from the internet, and the poor quality thereof even if it is a valid drug.

When he was done we were told there was someone from TransVisie who wanted to say a few things. She was a transgender herself and I assume talked about how TransVisie is there to help both transgers and their relatives deal with issues or just find other people to talk to, beyond the more official places to go to. I say assume because she was so nervous about talking in front of people it was very hard to hear her and between every sentence there was this very awkward silence. It was a very sad display, she may have needed to practice this first.

Then it was breaktime and Lynda and I took this time to go back to the restaurant and find us something to drink besides tea. We decided on Dr Pepper and bought some chocolate too.

When it was time to go back there was one more person going to talk, which was a surgeon who, naturally, talked about the surgical procedures and everything surrounding that. They mentioned having been to Thailand recently and altering their technique somewhat. It was asked by someone if they also saw Dr. Suporn, one of the most well-known surgeons in this field but they said they haven’t been to his practice yet.

While I already knew most of the topics talked about it was still nice to hear it from the actual official source and it was of course also nice that both my parents now have a better idea and understanding of what to expect