As I touched on in the last Cyrsti’s Condo post, the more I wrote, the more I thought about my ideas… the more I had. Of course it doesn’t hurt with all of the virus’s impact, I have had quite a bit of more time to look back at my life and re-discover the factors which have so impacted my life.
One idea I had came after I unexpectedly reached across my body to pet a very needy cat and ended up with a very uncomfortable twinge coming from my left breast. It turns out I had mildly pinched the newer breast mass I have been developing again recently. Then, along the way I began to think how selfish I was feeling.
It could be argued though the whole transgender experience is a selfish one. Especially when one embarks on a hormone replacement therapy routine.
In many ways, HRT is a no return situation unless you just hate the changes or the Goddess forbid, you run into health issues. Take sex for example. Unless you are one of the very few, under the influence of HRT, you are chemically castrating yourself. Even though the process may not bother you, it is a definite impact on a spouse who has been by your side for years.
As I have written about many times, I faced the process with my deceased wife who accepted me as a cross dresser but never as a transgender woman. Even back in those days it was a terrifically tough internal struggle for me. After all, how selfish was I being to only look after my needs.
Finally after a failed suicide event, I had to decide to take the path for me…self survival.
So, ideally, you can say HRT was the ultimate in selfishness for me and had she lived I am sure it would have ultimately led to our breakup as a couple. As she so concisely put it…she didn’t set out to be with a woman. Little did she ever know, the person she spent twenty five years with was a woman internally all the time.
I cherish all that I have become and I paid heavy dues to get here.Every morning when I get up, I thank my Goddess for the chance to experience softer skin and my own breasts. Sadly, if I had the information and courage to have gender transitioned decades ago most certainly, I wouldn’t perceive this portion of my life as being selfish.
Maybe it was though. I deprived the people closest to me of my real self. It would have been up to them to accept me or not.