However at 17 I discovered "him." "He" was another boy in school, just a year younger than me, and I fell in LOVE. This distracted me from the hatred of the penis and testes. I worked my way into his clique and finally we became good friends. After a time we became lovers. Although as many things in youth are bound to be temporary so was our relationship. After we broke up and I graduated I started to think about getting out of the small town where I lived. I joined the Air Force and went on a whirl wind tour of the world ending in 1991 in the desert of Saudi Arabia. After the war I returned to the US and got out of the service (good riddance).
In my post Air Force period I managed to finish up my college education and settled down in one of the larger cities in Ohio. I adopted a "gay" lifestyle and started "clubbing." I eventually settled into a relationship with a man about my own age. We had a few good years but eventually my gender issue started to reassert itself. I started seeing a psychologist. Although I did not fit the normal "trans" profile it helped quite a bit to talk to this person and her support group once a week. During this period my relationship with my lover became strained. He was not comfortable with my desire to have my testes (at least) removed. We broke up and went our separate ways. We later became friends again, and are to this day, but we will not be lovers again.
After our breakup I was devastated and needed to run as far away as possible. I moved in with some friends in the UK (I had been stationed there during my AF time and had made many friends there). I stayed there for nearly two years getting in touch with myself before making the decision to return to the US. It was in that time I discovered Dr. Felix Spector in Philadelphia. I moved back to my home in Ohio and soon made an appointment to have Dr. Spector take care of the "boys" for good.
I arrived in Philly late in 1999 (what a way to end a decade
Unfortunately, even with the new office and new policies, Felix was declining in his abilities. By 2001 he finally decided he needed to retire. An opportunity to go to Ohio and start a business presented itself and so Felix and I moved to Ohio. He continued to support the transgendered community for some time, in fact turning over his patient base to his old friend, Murray Kimmel, who then started to do the castration surgeries.
By 2003 Felix had been diagnosed with idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis. A lung condition with no known cause that eventually fills the lungs with scar tissue. On my birthday in 2006 Felix fell and broke his hip. This soon put him in a nursing home as I could not properly take care of him at home. One year later, this very December 2007, he passed away from pneumonia.
So this brings me to the current moment for me. I now have the time to become more involved with the eunuch community and decided to join this forum. My experience as a eunuch has been somewhat different from many of the stories I have read here. Of course the first couple of years were full of all that BS "hot flashes" / mood swings, etc. that everyone goes through. And although there have been times of depression my overall life as a eunuch has been very rewarding. It has been so far everything I had hoped for. I have the body I wanted (although I gained a good bit of weight - I am on a diet now, a promise made to Felix and have lost 40 lbs as of this writing). I have the "eunuch calm" and the feeling of being "in control" I always desired. So for me at least, life as a eunuch has been pretty ideal.
Well, there you are. My story, full of sound and fury and signifying what????????? Dunno!
Jeff