Musings of a woman who happens to be transgender
There are many names for the set of surgeries used to address the physical dysphoria that some transgender people face. Some are problematic.
What a year it has been for me! Looking back, I can't believe everything that's happened.
Did I need to have this surgery? Wow, that's complicated. The short answer: Yes, I did. The long answer: (Keep reading)
I’ve learned that many people aren’t aware of the unique challenges and experiences that trans people face when making our way through TSA screening. If you’re cisgender and think that TSA screening is a pain, just wait!
When I responded to the New York Times op-ed piece "My New Vagina Won't Make Me Happy", I was about 6 weeks away from having my own vaginoplasty. I'm now about 12 weeks post-op, and I have a different perspective now that I'm on the other side of surgery.
While I still have a long ways to go, to me it feels like I'm closer to my destination than I am to where I started.
The weeks following my first post-op visit started slowly, with me only able to move around within the apartment at first, then small trips to the grocery or pharmacy.
I'll be getting a bit more graphic in this post, discussing some of the more, er, bloody details. If you don't like blood and other by-products of surgery, you might want to skip this post.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the recovery area.
The night before, I expected to be unable to sleep, but instead, it came quickly.
