Hello, me again. I know I don't post as often as I used to but I quite like this way of working my blog these days. I can remember that when I was in the midst of transition a few years ago that I'd post two or three times a week. I actually felt under pressure some times to post, as though missing a day was a sin! Now though I post when I want, or when there is actually something to post about.
So what's been happening in my world over the past two weeks? Well I've started volunteering at the nursery at a local primary school. I used to go to Highfield Hall myself over twenty years ago and it's the school I'd most like to teach at once I qualify. I just enquired by emailing the head teacher and a few days later I'd secured a voluntary placement. Now just before Christmas I got a voluntary placement at a local special needs school and I only went once. I was perhaps a bit rash in giving up so easy but I just didn't feel like I fit in there. I couldn't really connect with the pupils there because I just couldn't relate to their disabilities. At Highfield Hall it's different. The kids are all pre-school age and I feel I have more to offer them. I've been twice now and I really enjoy it. It's fascinating working with these young kids and I honestly feel good about myself that I'm giving up my own time to do it. There is method behind it though as doing the voluntary work will give me great experience for when I apply to University later on in the year.
As regards to my transition, I had my appointment at Nottingham G.I.C. last week. It was very productive in that he told me what I need to be aware of as I continue my life. I can still get prostate cancer for example and that's something I may need to tell doctors later on in life. I'll also need to get annual blood tests done and I need to keep an eye on my hormone levels. I've decided not to discharge myself from the G.I.C. just yet although I've not got another appointment with Dr Bouman booked. If I need to see him then I can but it'll be at my discretion. The reason I've not discharged myself fully from the care of the G.I.C. yet is that facial hair removal is part of the new guidelines and I'll need to still be with the G.I.C. to get that. Something that isn't in the new guidelines is Breast Augmentation which means that I could be one of the last trans patients to get B.A. on the NHS. I personally think that B.A. should be available as it's improved my life no end. I feel confident, less self-conscious and like a woman which is surely the aim of transition. Or at least one of the aims of transition!
Wednesday, 29 January 2014
Monday, 13 January 2014
Does My Future Include A GRC?
My 2nd post today! I do have quite a lot to catch up on though having not posted since before the New Year! Life in 2014 is going ok so far. College has started back after the Christmas break and I'm working a lot too which is good. One thing did happen before Christmas which wasn't very nice in that I had my purse pinched out of my bag. To cut a very long story short, I was queuing to get into a club and someone went in behind me and swiped my purse. Luckily there was no money in it so they only had my cards, etc. It was upsetting though and it's proved to be a big head ache, what with having to cancel my bank cards and sort out my driving license etc.
The reason I've mentioned my purse is that it's loss links in directly with the next stage of my transition! I filled out my application for a Gender Recognition Certificate (GRC) today. I've got my two medical reports and I've got my statutory declaration signed by a solicitor. I'm just in the process of gathering the evidence I'll need to prove I've been living as a woman and I need to also send in my driving license. I just need to order a replacement seeing as it was stolen along with my purse. As soon as I get the new one though I should be all set to send in my GRC application. Then it's down to the Gender Recognition Panel whether I get to legally be recognised as a female. It is a pain but it's essentially the last furlong of a very long race. Once I get my GRC and my new birth certificate with it then I'll legally be a woman. It's strange that I need a bit of paper to confirm what I already know but once I do get that piece of paper then my journey through transition will be complete.
Yesterday I went to see a psychic. I'm quite sceptical about things like that but I do have a very open mind towards it too. I like to believe in things like an afterlife but logic dictates that there isn't one. To think that we all end up in eternity with our loved ones though is a comforting thought. The Psychic is a woman called Di and she's very good. First she started talking about my granddad and that had me sobbing. She told me that my granddad knew that I'd changed things in my life and that I was different to the person he remembered. He was proud of me though and he just wanted me to live my life and be happy. Apparently he was saying 'You're mortal, just live life!'. My granddad died before I even 'came out' to anyone and it's always eaten at me. I just wanted to know what he'd have thought about my transition and whether he'd have accepted it. I think I've gotten my answer. Di then talked about my grandma. Apparently she thought a lot about me and was proud of the way I'd supported my parents in the pub. She was looking out for me. I was still sobbing at this point. It was just the idea that my grandparents were there, it was an amazingly comforting thought. Di then went on to talk about my future. Apparently children are going to feature (possibly through my future teaching career) and I'm going to meet someone this year, possibly in September when I start my next college course. I need to start eating healthier and I need to exercise. She said lots of things and a lot of it rung true in my life. I'm still a sceptic about a lot of things but I'm more of a believer than I was.
The reason I've mentioned my purse is that it's loss links in directly with the next stage of my transition! I filled out my application for a Gender Recognition Certificate (GRC) today. I've got my two medical reports and I've got my statutory declaration signed by a solicitor. I'm just in the process of gathering the evidence I'll need to prove I've been living as a woman and I need to also send in my driving license. I just need to order a replacement seeing as it was stolen along with my purse. As soon as I get the new one though I should be all set to send in my GRC application. Then it's down to the Gender Recognition Panel whether I get to legally be recognised as a female. It is a pain but it's essentially the last furlong of a very long race. Once I get my GRC and my new birth certificate with it then I'll legally be a woman. It's strange that I need a bit of paper to confirm what I already know but once I do get that piece of paper then my journey through transition will be complete.
Yesterday I went to see a psychic. I'm quite sceptical about things like that but I do have a very open mind towards it too. I like to believe in things like an afterlife but logic dictates that there isn't one. To think that we all end up in eternity with our loved ones though is a comforting thought. The Psychic is a woman called Di and she's very good. First she started talking about my granddad and that had me sobbing. She told me that my granddad knew that I'd changed things in my life and that I was different to the person he remembered. He was proud of me though and he just wanted me to live my life and be happy. Apparently he was saying 'You're mortal, just live life!'. My granddad died before I even 'came out' to anyone and it's always eaten at me. I just wanted to know what he'd have thought about my transition and whether he'd have accepted it. I think I've gotten my answer. Di then talked about my grandma. Apparently she thought a lot about me and was proud of the way I'd supported my parents in the pub. She was looking out for me. I was still sobbing at this point. It was just the idea that my grandparents were there, it was an amazingly comforting thought. Di then went on to talk about my future. Apparently children are going to feature (possibly through my future teaching career) and I'm going to meet someone this year, possibly in September when I start my next college course. I need to start eating healthier and I need to exercise. She said lots of things and a lot of it rung true in my life. I'm still a sceptic about a lot of things but I'm more of a believer than I was.
2013 - The Year of the Surgeons Knife
When I saw in 2013 just over a year ago I knew that the coming year would see my dream of waking up a girl come true. I'd had my Gender Reassignment Surgery date set since September 2012 and so I eagerly awaited the 25th March 2013. When it came it was an experience like no other and it changed me. The op itself was fairly straight forward and I went down to theatre at around 3:30pm. I can remember waking up in recovery thinking that I'd woken up in the middle of the op. I was surrounded by doctors and nurses and my first words were simply, 'Is it done?'. Most people claim to cry with happiness the moment they woke from surgery but that never happened with me. I was relieved that I'd woken up, relieved that it was all done but there were no tears, not then at least.
The following week at Charing Cross Hospital in London was a truly amazing experience. At first I hated it. It was the boredom that got to me and the loneliness. I was on the ward with two other trans patients but in those first couple of days they were very ill following Colon-Vaginplastys. It wasn't until they started to get better during the later part of the week that we all began to connect and share experiences. That meant that those last 3 or 4 days in hospital were fantastic.
Once I got discharged my recovery began and in those first few weeks it was hard. I really found dilation a struggle and the general process of recovering from a major operation was alien to me. I'm not the most active of people but I like to know that I can do things and suddenly being incapacitated was something I really struggled with.
My second operation was my Breast Augmentation. It was never something I was expecting but when it was offered I couldn't really turn it down. I'd managed a small B Cup after 3 years on hormones and that wasn't really enough for me. After B.A. I went up to a large C Cup which is much better. The recovery from that op was a bit quicker and I'm pretty much fully recovered now.
I had my B.A. on the 24th October which was just a day out from the 7 month anniversary of my G.R.S.! Both surgeries were hard in their own ways but I regret neither of them. I'm so much more happier now and I feel that they've benefited my life considerably.
Some may consider G.R.S. not worthy of NHS funding and I KNOW that there are many who are against B.A. on the NHS for trans patients. In regards to G.R.S. it's no exaggeration to say that it saved my life and surely that is the purpose of the NHS. In regards to B.A. my life is so much better since and surely that is also a purpose of the NHS. I've paid my national insurance and taxes for the past fifteen years so why shouldn't I get treatment on the NHS that both saved and improved my life?!
So, 2013, what a year, what a truly amazing year! However great it was though, 2014 promises to be just as amazing. I've set the ball rolling regarding my Gender Recognition Certificate which will give me a new birth certificate with Female on it. I've got my exams in June and I should (hopefully) be starting my Access course in September. This should coincide with the start of the application process for University in 2015! That's a scary thought. This time last year I hadn't given a second thought about going back to school and now I'm thinking about University! In fact I can actually say that I could be starting at University next year. Now that IS a scary thought!! All in all 2014 is a year full of possibility and that's my kind of year!
The following week at Charing Cross Hospital in London was a truly amazing experience. At first I hated it. It was the boredom that got to me and the loneliness. I was on the ward with two other trans patients but in those first couple of days they were very ill following Colon-Vaginplastys. It wasn't until they started to get better during the later part of the week that we all began to connect and share experiences. That meant that those last 3 or 4 days in hospital were fantastic.
Once I got discharged my recovery began and in those first few weeks it was hard. I really found dilation a struggle and the general process of recovering from a major operation was alien to me. I'm not the most active of people but I like to know that I can do things and suddenly being incapacitated was something I really struggled with.
My second operation was my Breast Augmentation. It was never something I was expecting but when it was offered I couldn't really turn it down. I'd managed a small B Cup after 3 years on hormones and that wasn't really enough for me. After B.A. I went up to a large C Cup which is much better. The recovery from that op was a bit quicker and I'm pretty much fully recovered now.
I had my B.A. on the 24th October which was just a day out from the 7 month anniversary of my G.R.S.! Both surgeries were hard in their own ways but I regret neither of them. I'm so much more happier now and I feel that they've benefited my life considerably.
Some may consider G.R.S. not worthy of NHS funding and I KNOW that there are many who are against B.A. on the NHS for trans patients. In regards to G.R.S. it's no exaggeration to say that it saved my life and surely that is the purpose of the NHS. In regards to B.A. my life is so much better since and surely that is also a purpose of the NHS. I've paid my national insurance and taxes for the past fifteen years so why shouldn't I get treatment on the NHS that both saved and improved my life?!
So, 2013, what a year, what a truly amazing year! However great it was though, 2014 promises to be just as amazing. I've set the ball rolling regarding my Gender Recognition Certificate which will give me a new birth certificate with Female on it. I've got my exams in June and I should (hopefully) be starting my Access course in September. This should coincide with the start of the application process for University in 2015! That's a scary thought. This time last year I hadn't given a second thought about going back to school and now I'm thinking about University! In fact I can actually say that I could be starting at University next year. Now that IS a scary thought!! All in all 2014 is a year full of possibility and that's my kind of year!
Saturday, 21 December 2013
2013 - The Year Of My Social Life
I've never really been much of a social butterfly. Don't get me wrong, I always get on with people I meet and I'm always keen for a night out. Catering stopped much of that though. The people I knew were the ones I worked with and they were the ones I socialised with. I always yearned for a social life away from family and work which is one of the reasons I enjoyed my nights out to canal street pre-transition. In 2013, with my decision to quit catering a reality, I gained a new network of friends and acquaintances.
When I went for my GRS one thing I hoped to get out of it was friendship with those on my ward and to a certain degree I earned that. In the bed next to me was a lady called Deborah (Debs) and we still text, nine months on. During that first few days on the ward she was very ill but when she began to get better and we began to talk I began to really like her. She has such a dry sense of humour and has been through so much in her life. Some of the things she used to tell me, some of the stories, were truly amazing. While on the ward I also met two more ladies with whom I'm still in touch. Adele was on the left of me and she was also very ill. She was really outspoken and didn't strike me as someone to mess with. She's also very loyal with a good heart. Sally was in a bed on another ward and it was only within the last few days of my stay in hospital that I got to know her. A really nice person and a friend for life.
Once I started going to college in September I thought I'd find it difficult to make friends but this has been far from the case. I've really become a part of each class I attend and I have a good circle of friends. I think that because we are all adult learners we all have the same targets. We all want to do well so we help each other. The people I've really hit it off with are Hannah, Chrysanthi and Gemma and we attend most of our classes together.
My life outside work and college has also received a bit of a boost in the whole social stakes. I met up with a fellow trans lady in Chesterfield called Lucy. She got me in touch with a Chesterfield group called Chesterfield LGBT and through them I've gained a whole new network of friends. Suzy, Lynnette, Cade, Liz, Joel, Kallum, Mandy, Maz and Wendy are just some of the people I think I'm now able to call friends. I'm me as far as they go. They all know about my trans history but it doesn't matter with them, I'm just Emma! As I found out on Wednesday night (I had my purse pinched while out in town) they have my back which is something I've missed for most of my life. My family all have my back, I know that, but I think we all need that bit of support in the wider world and now I feel I have that.
So, 2013 has been a great year in the social side of my life and that's something I really want to build up in 2014. Thank you to all those who've been a part of my life in 2013 and to all those who helped to make it the year of my life!
.......to be continued
When I went for my GRS one thing I hoped to get out of it was friendship with those on my ward and to a certain degree I earned that. In the bed next to me was a lady called Deborah (Debs) and we still text, nine months on. During that first few days on the ward she was very ill but when she began to get better and we began to talk I began to really like her. She has such a dry sense of humour and has been through so much in her life. Some of the things she used to tell me, some of the stories, were truly amazing. While on the ward I also met two more ladies with whom I'm still in touch. Adele was on the left of me and she was also very ill. She was really outspoken and didn't strike me as someone to mess with. She's also very loyal with a good heart. Sally was in a bed on another ward and it was only within the last few days of my stay in hospital that I got to know her. A really nice person and a friend for life.
Once I started going to college in September I thought I'd find it difficult to make friends but this has been far from the case. I've really become a part of each class I attend and I have a good circle of friends. I think that because we are all adult learners we all have the same targets. We all want to do well so we help each other. The people I've really hit it off with are Hannah, Chrysanthi and Gemma and we attend most of our classes together.
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| The Chesterfield LGBT out on Wednesday Night. I'm the 2nd in from the left (with the santa hat on) |
So, 2013 has been a great year in the social side of my life and that's something I really want to build up in 2014. Thank you to all those who've been a part of my life in 2013 and to all those who helped to make it the year of my life!
.......to be continued
Wednesday, 18 December 2013
2013 - The Year Of My Career
As I look back on my 2013 I can do so with some pride. Despite the huge, the monumental, changes that have occurred in my life over the past twelve months I'm pretty much where I want to be. One of the biggest changes has been in regards to my career. Twelve months ago I was Head Chef at a small restaurant/bistro in Tuxford. Tuxford is a small village near Retford. At the end of November 2012 the old Head Chef left so I was suddenly thrust into the hot seat just before the busy Christmas period began. It was truly a baptism of fire! Along with the Head Chef, the Bar Manager walked which left Rebecca (a bar maid at the time) to run the front of house. Together we worked from dawn until dusk and we were a success. Before that month we weren't really all that close. That month though ensured that we became pretty good friends. As the years progressed though we've both gone in new directions and it's one of my biggest regrets that we don't meet up as often as we should. Anyway, after that December things in Tuxford quickly turned sour and so in January I began to look for another job and that search led me to a small bistro in Devon!
Throughout my career as a chef I got many of my jobs through people I'd met and Devon was no different. A few years ago I'd worked at a hotel in Bakewell and I used to frequent a local pub called The Red Lion. Over the course of three years I got to know the owners of The Red Lion quite well. In the interim they'd moved to a pub in Devon called The Cromwell Arms and so I got in touch with them. I told them everything regarding my upcoming GRS and they were fine with it all and at the end of January I moved down to Bovey Tracy. It was a beautiful area, perched just on the edge of Dartmoor. I worked there for three months and at the end of March, the day I started my sick live, just days before the biggest operation of my life, I was told that they couldn't afford to keep me on. At the time I was livid. I'd started to make a new life down there, made friends and I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to any of it. It also meant that I'd have to arrange my own sick pay which wasn't what I needed just days before my GRS! In hindsight though I'm glad they did what they did. Sometimes we all need a push to move onto better things and they gave me my push. Now if I saw them I'd probably thank them because if they hadn't done what they did I certainly wouldn't be where I am now. At the time though I just had uncertainty about where my life was headed. I was heading into the most important operation of my life, an operation that carried with it a three month recovery period, and I was jobless!
After my GRS I started to recover and I began thinking about my career. The events in Tuxford and Devon had scarred me and had made me question my abilities as a Head Chef. I had lost a lot of love for the trade if I'm honest. I had been treated pretty shoddily by two places despite the huge amount of work I had put in to both. I worked so many hours and Tuxford actually made me ill. I had received no thanks though and had been stabbed in the back by both. They made me question whether I wanted to be a part of that life. They say 'Once bitten, twice shy!', well I had been bitten twice and I decided that there wouldn't be a third so I retired from the kitchen!
Quiting being a Chef was a huge moment, not just in 2013 but in my life. I had started as a Chef at seventeen in 1999 and had given fourteen years of my life to it. I don't regret doing it because there are people in my life who wouldn't be had I not gone into catering. When I retired from it though I felt relief at first. I was glad that I'd finally taken the risk. I could do anything now, the world was my oyster.
I soon decided to go into teaching, specifically Primary School teaching. I looked into it and enrolled myself at college. I needed my Maths, English and Science GCSE's. I started Chesterfield College in September and I'm enjoying it immensely. It's given me something to aim for. After GRS I lost something in my life, a spark. With College I've got that spark back! I've made some new friends and it's different to school. We're all adult learners so we all want to pass. We all help each other and all want each other to do well. The biggest thing with College though is that I'm just me, just Emma. I don't know whether anyone has guessed about my past and to be honest I don't really care. As long as I'm treated with respect, that's all I'm interested in. My transition is no longer at the forefront of my life. It's something that happened and now it's over. My career is the thing that's in transition now, that's the most important thing in my life at the moment (behind my family obviously).
Looking back, 2013 will be defined by my operations and that's how it should be I guess. 2013 was also a huge year in terms of my career and it's a real shame that it'll be put in the shade because of my ops. Looking onwards to 2014 my next target is obviously to pass my exams in June. I need to knuckle down a bit before then so January to June is going to be very busy. After that I've already applied to do an Access to HE course in September. This is a one year course that's equivalent to three A Levels and it'll enable me to apply to University. If all goes to plan I should be applying to Uni this time next year. So, onwards and upwards it is!
.........to be continued!
Throughout my career as a chef I got many of my jobs through people I'd met and Devon was no different. A few years ago I'd worked at a hotel in Bakewell and I used to frequent a local pub called The Red Lion. Over the course of three years I got to know the owners of The Red Lion quite well. In the interim they'd moved to a pub in Devon called The Cromwell Arms and so I got in touch with them. I told them everything regarding my upcoming GRS and they were fine with it all and at the end of January I moved down to Bovey Tracy. It was a beautiful area, perched just on the edge of Dartmoor. I worked there for three months and at the end of March, the day I started my sick live, just days before the biggest operation of my life, I was told that they couldn't afford to keep me on. At the time I was livid. I'd started to make a new life down there, made friends and I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to any of it. It also meant that I'd have to arrange my own sick pay which wasn't what I needed just days before my GRS! In hindsight though I'm glad they did what they did. Sometimes we all need a push to move onto better things and they gave me my push. Now if I saw them I'd probably thank them because if they hadn't done what they did I certainly wouldn't be where I am now. At the time though I just had uncertainty about where my life was headed. I was heading into the most important operation of my life, an operation that carried with it a three month recovery period, and I was jobless!
After my GRS I started to recover and I began thinking about my career. The events in Tuxford and Devon had scarred me and had made me question my abilities as a Head Chef. I had lost a lot of love for the trade if I'm honest. I had been treated pretty shoddily by two places despite the huge amount of work I had put in to both. I worked so many hours and Tuxford actually made me ill. I had received no thanks though and had been stabbed in the back by both. They made me question whether I wanted to be a part of that life. They say 'Once bitten, twice shy!', well I had been bitten twice and I decided that there wouldn't be a third so I retired from the kitchen!
Quiting being a Chef was a huge moment, not just in 2013 but in my life. I had started as a Chef at seventeen in 1999 and had given fourteen years of my life to it. I don't regret doing it because there are people in my life who wouldn't be had I not gone into catering. When I retired from it though I felt relief at first. I was glad that I'd finally taken the risk. I could do anything now, the world was my oyster.
I soon decided to go into teaching, specifically Primary School teaching. I looked into it and enrolled myself at college. I needed my Maths, English and Science GCSE's. I started Chesterfield College in September and I'm enjoying it immensely. It's given me something to aim for. After GRS I lost something in my life, a spark. With College I've got that spark back! I've made some new friends and it's different to school. We're all adult learners so we all want to pass. We all help each other and all want each other to do well. The biggest thing with College though is that I'm just me, just Emma. I don't know whether anyone has guessed about my past and to be honest I don't really care. As long as I'm treated with respect, that's all I'm interested in. My transition is no longer at the forefront of my life. It's something that happened and now it's over. My career is the thing that's in transition now, that's the most important thing in my life at the moment (behind my family obviously).
Looking back, 2013 will be defined by my operations and that's how it should be I guess. 2013 was also a huge year in terms of my career and it's a real shame that it'll be put in the shade because of my ops. Looking onwards to 2014 my next target is obviously to pass my exams in June. I need to knuckle down a bit before then so January to June is going to be very busy. After that I've already applied to do an Access to HE course in September. This is a one year course that's equivalent to three A Levels and it'll enable me to apply to University. If all goes to plan I should be applying to Uni this time next year. So, onwards and upwards it is!
.........to be continued!
Thursday, 12 December 2013
2013, The Year of My Life: Part 1
It's that time of year again. Shakin Stevens and Slade suddenly start getting air time on the radio, Sprouts (goblins testicles) start showing up on dinner plates and Meadowhall begins living up to its Meadow-Hell nickname! It's Christmas!!! Of course, in the world of my blog that also means that it's time for my yearly review blog series and what a year I've got to talk about. 2013 has quite literally been the biggest year of my life. So much has happened that I'm not sure I've got enough time to do it justice. I few of the highlights include.....
+ I became Head Chef!
+ I moved to Devon for 3 months!
+ I had Gender Reassignment Surgery!
+ I decided to change careers from Chef to Primary School Teacher!
+ I enrolled at college and began doing my English, Science and Maths GCSE's!
+ I had Breast Augmentation!
+ I became an A Student for the first time in my life in English!
+ My recovery from both surgeries has been successful!
+ I met new people and made some great new friends!
I'd be lying if I said that it had been all good stuff, it has also been a year in which tragedy occurred. It's been a year in which I've had to put everything into it, in which I've risked everything. There has been times in which I've had to dig so deep, in which I've had to put so much faith in my ability to survive. Some of the lowlights include.....
+ I lost my job in Devon 4 days before my Gender Reassignment Surgery!
+ I struggled so much with dilation at first!
+ I struggled to find a job after GRS!
+ My money worries have increased following my 5 months off sick (altogether)!
+ I struggled in the early days of recovery following both operations!
+ My career change has been tougher than I imagined, having to become a student again!
+ We lost our beloved grandmother (one of my greatest supporters)!
It has been a year in which emotion has played a constant role. There has been incredible highs, unbelievable moments of euphoria. These moments have been mixed with unbelievable lows though, moments where I wondered what the point of it all was. It is a year that has changed me, not just physically but psychologically. Without a doubt 2013 has been the year of my life, a year which will go down as the most important year of my life!
(.....to be continued!)
+ I became Head Chef!
+ I moved to Devon for 3 months!
+ I had Gender Reassignment Surgery!
+ I decided to change careers from Chef to Primary School Teacher!
+ I enrolled at college and began doing my English, Science and Maths GCSE's!
+ I had Breast Augmentation!
+ I became an A Student for the first time in my life in English!
+ My recovery from both surgeries has been successful!
+ I met new people and made some great new friends!
I'd be lying if I said that it had been all good stuff, it has also been a year in which tragedy occurred. It's been a year in which I've had to put everything into it, in which I've risked everything. There has been times in which I've had to dig so deep, in which I've had to put so much faith in my ability to survive. Some of the lowlights include.....
+ I lost my job in Devon 4 days before my Gender Reassignment Surgery!
+ I struggled so much with dilation at first!
+ I struggled to find a job after GRS!
+ My money worries have increased following my 5 months off sick (altogether)!
+ I struggled in the early days of recovery following both operations!
+ My career change has been tougher than I imagined, having to become a student again!
+ We lost our beloved grandmother (one of my greatest supporters)!
It has been a year in which emotion has played a constant role. There has been incredible highs, unbelievable moments of euphoria. These moments have been mixed with unbelievable lows though, moments where I wondered what the point of it all was. It is a year that has changed me, not just physically but psychologically. Without a doubt 2013 has been the year of my life, a year which will go down as the most important year of my life!
(.....to be continued!)
Sunday, 8 December 2013
Misgendering, A Real Hurt
A topic arose on Twitter today regarding misgendering. For those who aren't sure, misgendering is when someone refers to a trans person in their former gender. Thankfully it doesn't happen to me often. It never happens in the street or when I'm socialising. It does happen now and again though, within my own family. I can forgive it to a certain extent because I know it's accidental. It's often just a throw away word that gets lost in conversation and if reminded about it, the person wouldn't even remember calling me a he or a him! It does happen though. Now when I get referred to as he or him a few things happen. First I wonder if anyone else hears it. People do not refer to genetic females as him or he, not even accidentally. It just does not happen so if anyone over hears someone referring to someone else as the opposite gender it sets alarm bells ringing. After that I start to question myself. Do I still look like a man? Do I still carry myself as a man? There must be a reason why I've just been called him, there must be a reason?!?! I start to feel less confident, as though I've been struck by a pick axe. I've been chipped away and my raw self is exposed that bit more. It genuinely hurts to be referred to as a man. It's beyond insulting and does really upset me each and every time it happens, accidental or not.
So, the next time someone refers to you as someone in the opposite gender to which you are presenting just stop them and tell them exactly how it feels. Or, if you are the one doing the misgendering just think about how that person feels and please just think before you use the incorrect pro-nouns.
So, the next time someone refers to you as someone in the opposite gender to which you are presenting just stop them and tell them exactly how it feels. Or, if you are the one doing the misgendering just think about how that person feels and please just think before you use the incorrect pro-nouns.
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