It was February 29 (leap day) 2000 when I underwent my GRS in Montreal. So, most years this (Februrary 28) is what passes for an anniversary for the momentous event, and as such I find myself forced to reflect on things.
I know I would have died if I had not transitioned and known that I was
going to get GRS. GRS drastically improved my condition, except, of
course, the two years of complications I suffered (granulation tissue
and stenosis). I got past that. But, I was finally comfortable in my
own skin for the first time in my life. Oh, there's still many things I
really don't like about my body, and I would rather have had magically
transformed XX chromosomes and a girlhood but I'll take this. Without a
doubt, for me, it was the way to go.
It's kind of a new start for me this year, as for the first time since
long before that day fifteen years ago...I'm not in a relationship with
my soon to be ex-wife whom I was married to for almost half my life.
So, a whole new realm of possible experiences has opened up to me though
honestly I'm in no hurry for another relationship. But, here I am: 50,
trans and newly single. The single thing still feels really weird. I
get pretty nervous about dating and such when I think about it.
Thanks for letting me muse over this occasion with you (at you?).