Re: Late onset (yet always there)
Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 8:14 am
Hi all,
The discoveries get more painful. It's like peeling off the layers of an onion. I see now that I am a male (inside as well as outside) who has had a pervasive desire to be female all his life. How did I reach this conclusion? Seeing my gender identity fluctuate depending on how much progesterone is in my system. When I'm at castrate levels, I feel girlish. (That is what precipitated the post-castration crisis.) Add progesterone, and I feel more male again. So my gender identity crisis has been hormonal.
But the crisis is far from over. This longing to be female has been with me all my life, and has become debilitating since the so-called "gender shift" in Oct-Nov 2004. Here's a thought question I asked myself about the afterlife a few days ago: "If my only choice were being male in Heaven or ceasing to exist, which would I choose?" You know what?! I actually have to think about it. As great as Heaven will be, I actually have to think about it.
If I can't be female SOMEDAY, I just want to give up and stop existing.
Herein lies the cause of my depression: I long to be female, and if I can't be female, it takes the wind out of my sails. No joy of life. I guess that is what this man's mid-life crisis is all about. The desire found expression in transvestism (pre-puberty, best I can recall), so I considered myself a transvestite. Puberty clouded things, and I forgot the underlying issue. But remove libido and transvestism (via castration) and the desire/longing remains.
The BIG question: Where does this longing derive from? This is a key question since it can hopefully point toward a solution. The answer is in my diary entry for October 13, 2005:
So here's where the longing comes from: I prefer females over males. It's that simple. I suppose most people have an inborn preference (pride?) which draws them to their own gender, something which causes boys to say, "Girls -- ick!" I lack pride in my gender. I lacked it as a child, testosterone added male pride until my mid-life crisis (when I became FED UP with maleness), and now I'm back to my unvarnished preference for females. I want to be one. I want to join their company. And if I can't be one, it "takes the wind out of my sails" and I want to die -- cease to exist.
There's no childhood incident/episode which explains the preference. I simply have preferred females all my life. So I'm not expecting a cure.
If I weren't on progesterone, I'd be crying right now.
...
(Well, during some prayer, I did get a good cry after all.)
I'm still gender-confused. Tickle.com thinks I'm 92% female when my hormones are at castrate levels. What sort of male prefers to be female, prefers to join their company? What sort of male LIKES the feeling of low hormones? You know what I feel like when I'm on progesterone? A lunkhead -- an insensitive lunkhead. Without hormones, I feel more alive, more interested in people. Now, when my wife is talking about something going on in the life of a relative, I'm not that concerned and don't contribute to the conversation. I apologized in bed last night, saying, "Sorry I'm the master of monosyllabic answers tonight."
Bryan/Terri
The discoveries get more painful. It's like peeling off the layers of an onion. I see now that I am a male (inside as well as outside) who has had a pervasive desire to be female all his life. How did I reach this conclusion? Seeing my gender identity fluctuate depending on how much progesterone is in my system. When I'm at castrate levels, I feel girlish. (That is what precipitated the post-castration crisis.) Add progesterone, and I feel more male again. So my gender identity crisis has been hormonal.
But the crisis is far from over. This longing to be female has been with me all my life, and has become debilitating since the so-called "gender shift" in Oct-Nov 2004. Here's a thought question I asked myself about the afterlife a few days ago: "If my only choice were being male in Heaven or ceasing to exist, which would I choose?" You know what?! I actually have to think about it. As great as Heaven will be, I actually have to think about it.
Herein lies the cause of my depression: I long to be female, and if I can't be female, it takes the wind out of my sails. No joy of life. I guess that is what this man's mid-life crisis is all about. The desire found expression in transvestism (pre-puberty, best I can recall), so I considered myself a transvestite. Puberty clouded things, and I forgot the underlying issue. But remove libido and transvestism (via castration) and the desire/longing remains.
The BIG question: Where does this longing derive from? This is a key question since it can hopefully point toward a solution. The answer is in my diary entry for October 13, 2005:
bryan (imported) wrote: Fri Oct 14, 2005 5:02 am Previous diary entry has been running thru my mind: "
it represents is toobryan (imported) wrote: Wed Oct 12, 2005 7:12 am In the case of this illness, I don't want the cure -- i.e., to be comfortable as a male again. What
and the saying is true that "females mature sooner."bryan (imported) wrote: Fri Oct 14, 2005 5:02 am distasteful to me." Maybe that nails it on the head. Occurred to me I've always had higher respect for women than men. Generalities are involved, certainly, but it seems men have a "goofball" side,
So here's where the longing comes from: I prefer females over males. It's that simple. I suppose most people have an inborn preference (pride?) which draws them to their own gender, something which causes boys to say, "Girls -- ick!" I lack pride in my gender. I lacked it as a child, testosterone added male pride until my mid-life crisis (when I became FED UP with maleness), and now I'm back to my unvarnished preference for females. I want to be one. I want to join their company. And if I can't be one, it "takes the wind out of my sails" and I want to die -- cease to exist.
There's no childhood incident/episode which explains the preference. I simply have preferred females all my life. So I'm not expecting a cure.
If I weren't on progesterone, I'd be crying right now.
...
(Well, during some prayer, I did get a good cry after all.)
I'm still gender-confused. Tickle.com thinks I'm 92% female when my hormones are at castrate levels. What sort of male prefers to be female, prefers to join their company? What sort of male LIKES the feeling of low hormones? You know what I feel like when I'm on progesterone? A lunkhead -- an insensitive lunkhead. Without hormones, I feel more alive, more interested in people. Now, when my wife is talking about something going on in the life of a relative, I'm not that concerned and don't contribute to the conversation. I apologized in bed last night, saying, "Sorry I'm the master of monosyllabic answers tonight."
Bryan/Terri