Hash (imported) wrote: Thu May 02, 2013 7:10 pm
I'm not sure if I was transgendered before I was castrated or if my castration caused me to change so that I now have more female characteristics. Perhaps the question is, "Is being transgendered what pushed you to become castrated without realizing that you were transgendered?" I really don't know, but as for myself, I think I had transgendered tendencies for a while, I think those tendencies are what pushed me to get castrated. I had an unstoppable urge to do it and did. Soon I'll be facing my new female urologist again. After my recent cystosomy, she gleefully told me she could put things back together, (my urehtra) but that's the last thing I want. I think I'll tell her that I have many transgender characteristics, markers, tendencies and that I would actually prefer to not even have a penis. Not sure what she'll say, I bet she's not quite 30 years old yet. Next Thursday is my appointment, wish me luck.
For me to attempt answering the question, "Can castration cause one to become transgendered?", please forgive me for having made an intense study of biology, and human sexual biology, using college and higher level resources, starting very early during third grade, when I was eight.
Please ignore what does not make sense or is not worth bothering about, in this post; perhaps it is a tad PhD-ese...
My view? For some people, "Yes," and for other people, "No."
For me, the only person about whom I am the most authoritative person on Earth, the answer is simple. Being transgendered is something I was vividly aware of long before I was born. For me, "the quickening" (as in, "the baby has started kicking") was about exploring my physical body and its capabilities, something that has continued ever since. As I explored my body and its surroundings in utero, I was not aware that my touchable environment was me; amniotic fluid is largely a cellular filtrate, filtered by the kidneys of the fetus, and the placenta is fetal, not maternal, tissue. That was not apparent to me before I was born, and not apparent for many years after I was born.
However, when my hands got around to exploring my genital region, what I found I experienced as foreign to me, my penis, and especially my scrotum, after my testicles descended, seemed like a (to paraphrase a notion of "The Telephone Company" (remember the movie, "The President's Analyst"?)) "foreign attachment." Something my brain/mind told me was not supposed to be there.
In the days of "The Telephone Company," when it was usually impossible for anyone other than "The Telephone Company" to own a telephone, a little rubber thing that allowed using a telephone with both hands available for doing something other than holding a telephone handset, the little rubber thing was deemed a foreign attachment in violation with the state tariffs that regulated telephones; to safely use a telephone while not holding the handset in a hand was, in effect, unlawful. What about the person born with only one arm who has to write down something during a telephone call? Well, along came the Carterphone decision, and foreign attachments were allowed once The Telephone Company turned over ownership of telephones to the telephone users.
I worked in hospitals and and observed, while helping as a supposed medical technologist during surgical procedures, that surgery can be dangerous and even life-threatening when something goes seriously amiss. So, I am likely to seek, and get, surgery only when not getting it scores as more dangerous than not getting it in my weltanschauung. "weltanschauung?" read on... more about weltanschauung later...
Many, many things and events have come to my attention, during the past 74 or so years, that my brain and mind tell me would be better were they, in some not-yet-real future, to not be as they are.
When I was eight, my family moved to Wisconsin, where the house in which we lived was two stories, with the only bathroom upstairs. While we had lived in a two story house in California, immediately prior to moving to Wisconsin, that house, as was so for every house we had previously lived in since I was born, had a main floor bathroom. With no first floor bathroom available, my parents put a small metal cup in the bathroom in our Wisconsin house, so people could conveniently get a drink of water in the bathroom. My mother had studied nursing after high school graduation and prior to studying education in college and at university, and the arrangement with that cup was, whoever used it was to wash it so the next person to use the cup would be using a clean cup.
That cup was about 1-3/4 inches in diameter and in height. Soon after we moved to Wisconsin, I had done my bathroom duty, and was thirsty. After getting a drink of water, I put the cup over my genitals and recognized that my body "looked right" if it was as though penis, testicles and protruding scrotum were not there.
Yes, I did wash the cup before putting it on the shelf for the next person's use...
In my "weltanschauung" (a German word for which I am unaware of any English word that is a truly accurate translation, but, to me, is sort-of a word for a person's sense of the person's total world-view-transcending existential experience), whatever happens as it happens is inescapably both necessary and sufficient, this being so because whatever actually happens is what actually happens and whatever does not actually happen does not actually happen and what does not exist is a, pardon my English, "bloody basis" for a life of attempted thriving.
Do I understand what it is like to be bothered by "foreign attachments"? Vividly, methinks.
In my weltanschauung, being of transgendered nature is as normal as is anything else, but that may because I find the whole of life to be normal. Anyone here familiar with the so-called "bell curve" of statistical analysis? It is sometimes called, "the normal curve," and some folks near the middle of the bell curve regard only the middle of the bell curve to be "normal," and people like me who may be a few standard deviations from the mean of the bell curve may be deemed to be "abnormal" for not being in the middle part of the curve.
Who decides what is abnormal, who decides what is abnormal for me as an individual person? If I decide, I will decide that my whole life, in every aspect and every detail, is perfectly normal for me. Anyone get the joke? "Normal" and "abnormal" are conventionally defined in terms of the characteristics of a group comprised of individual people. While the properties of a group can be derived from adding up the properties of the members of the group, the properties of any individual member of the group cannot be derived accurately from the properties of the group. Okay?
Alas, "normal" and "abnormal" in conventional, as described in, e.g., Seligman, Walker & Rosenhan, "Abnormal Psychology: Fourth Edition." Norton, 2001, are group norms and not individual norms. I am an individual person, no matter how many "personalities and/or subpersonalities" the traumatic abuses of my encounter with the group norms of the aspects of human society in which my life has been surrounded have led me to devise as the only way I could find to stay alive.
I did study probability and statistics as part of my formal education, however, I put more effort into studying Bayesian probability and statistics than I did in frequentist probability and statistics. Why? Because I have consistently observed that frequentist statistical and probability methods are atrociously biased against history and historical learning. Yes, having to estimate priors is prone to bias, but rejecting priors is stunningly moreso biased against the life process of learning.
I harbor the view that it is wise for people, including people who function as scientists, to be skeptical of beliefs and observations...
http://www.wired.com/wiredscience/2009/09/fmrisalmon/
I have learned one lesson that, for me is a decent candidate for the most tragic and most tragically important, lesson of my whole life. If I am not true to myself, I cannot be true to anyone else.
If I am willing to be hurt by other people in ways that deny the normalcy of my actual life, surely I would be willing to hurt other people for not replicating my actual life. A greater insanely tragic atrocity I have never been able to imagine.
In situations that resemble your upcoming urologist encounter, I have chosen, first and foremost, to be true to myself.
Rather than wishing for you, "luck," my wish for you is authentic decency and kindness.