A tale...full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
- Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5)
The above quote describes my struggles over the last 8 months. Been hard to know what to make of it all.
Didn't get "blind" reading from medical doctor as hoped. As things turned out, an assistant saw me. The assistant then explained things to the doctor before I saw him for prayer. He gave me an absolute tongue lashing! I'll spare you the details lest I hurt my TG sisters.
Glad I saw the assistant first. She appears familiar with gender dysphoria because she didn't bat an eyelash. Instead, she quickly responded, "Where's your pain?" One of the things she pointed out is my body is still pumping out estrogen and that's been affecting me internally. She prescribed an anti-depressant, Effexor. (Haven't gotten any yet. The side effects, not to mention withdrawl effects, are scary.)
The tongue-lashing from the doctor left me feeling like banishment (=divorce) would be best. Indeed, in discussions that night, wife asked me to leave in two months. Felt acute rejection. Felt confused. Felt horribly misunderstood.
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Rejection from wife and doctor browbeat/cornered me into considering testosterone. Figured an anti-depressant wouldn't help gender identity. Wife is embarrassed by "sissy-priss" husband. Even the doctor in the short visit observed, "Your mannerisms are all different." Figured T would restore manly mannerisms. Main goal is to preserve marriage to give our boy a two-parent household.
The late-night concession to use T went a long way with my wife. We also had a time of prayer, asking God to undo the gender shift in order for me to tolerate T again. We also asked the Lord to remove anything unclean. The time was special, and the power of the Spirit was present as evidenced by wife speaking in tongues.
Next day, found out how expensive "apply as needed" versions of T are ($3-6/day). Wife and I are cheapskates. And I can't stand the thought of monthly injections; if I started having a bad reaction emotionally, I'd want the stuff out of my system immediately. So I'm trying a cheap substitute which Phil/philip1 is using: DHEA. I'm relieved T isn't in the picture.
Since excess-estrogen is a problem, I looked into E inhibitors, also known as aromatase inhibitors. (By the way, anyone considering castration should get a degree in endocrinology!
Have had very little sleep over the last four or five days. Was fasting some as well, and that knocked my system out of balance. Last night's sleep was okay.
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Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers have swept over me.
-Psalm 42:7
The acute rejection still exists in the sense that my gender struggles will be considered acceptable ("healed") by those around me only when I think becoming a female would be repulsive. Well, just read my diary -- that's never going to happen. I was privately thinking the only place for solace and acceptance on these matters is in the Lord. You know what?! Not more than 30 minutes later, in another special time of prayer with my wife, she spoke in tongues and then interpreted, "The Lord shall be your hiding place. He shall be your refuge." It was one of those "deep calls to deep" experiences where the human channel doesn't know the true import of what is being conveyed. You would not believe how comforted I felt! Incredible!
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Over the last 24 hours, been feeling "even keel": not particularly depressed, emotions aren't out of hand. Gender is in the middle -- neither male nor female. Dysphoria is low. Still looking forward to death since life is such a struggle.
Bryan
P.S. Haven't forgotten my hopes for Heaven, but will have to be silent about such things in this household for they will never be accepted. The submarine captain shouts, "DIVE! DIVE!" This part of Bryan is going to have to submerge.
Terri
ADDENDUM: Getting back to the quote from Shakespeare which started this post ("sound and fury, signifying nothing"): Have the last 8 months just been a meaningless, hormone-induced nightmare? I was ready to kill myself. Mr. Penis would have been gone by now if not for the cost. Transition seemed inescapable at times. Marriage was about to end. Been thru counseling, and revealed these matters to close family/friends... Are humans such slaves to hormones? So what if I'm enjoying a moment of peace now -- when will hormones make me unstable again?