It is very tough for us to throw off the conventions of the old us.
We even see our new lives with the old eyes.
Acceptance and love comes from within!
When we worry about "secrets"; when we have anxiety about whether someone will love us or want to marry us and be with forever; we give power to our fears.
In truth when someone loves you, they see past all of our shortcomings and they see the person we are.
This body, this form mean very little in the end.
I had certain beliefs that I was going to find just a man and be with him forever.
now I know that I would be just as happy with a woman, or a trans girl or a trans man. The gender of someone does not matter anymore, the person is the one I love, if I am the one they love.
For how can I wish that others see me as a woman when I refuse to see someone else as the person they are?
Remember that you are a beautiful person, a kind romantic soul and not one to go this far to live in fear of anything.
Love
Elizabeth
Thanks, I needed to hear that reassurance. Trying to wrap my mind around all this including my opening up to myself and a significant lady friend who who keeps saying this to me too... Who we are inside and with each other.... Us both getting older, and our bodies to so.... That aside - what remains that's valuable for ourselves and for each other? I believe she's smarter in this area than I am, and I'm ok with that too, letting her take the lead once in a while.... A jointly shared Experience, yes... So yes, this process is helping me learn more about People Too, not just on myself.
I have posted this in the past on the other web site. This journey we choose to take is not an easy one. I have a song that I listen to when I get depressed. The song is from ABBA, called " I Have A Dream "
I Have a Dream
ABBA
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream, I have a dream
I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness still another mile
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream, I have a dream
I'll cross the stream, I have a dream
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream, I have a dream
I'll cross the stream, I have a dream
I believe this song tells the whole story, I hope someone else will feel the same way and it will make the journey easy for them.
Thanks Rebecca,
Love this song, and the message of hope it carries with it.
Carla
Oh Vanesa, you realy had it bad. I almost do not dare to tell how easy it was for me. Beside the three year of preparation and v a i t i n g, all went all according to the WPATH's "rules" Only one thing that failed. On the Saturday after the op day (Monday) I god so many visitors that the whole thing came out, A GG would call it a prolaps. It felt odd so I called the nurse, she looked on the lower part of me and turned frightenning silent. and run out and then the circus started. The emergency staff came running and just looked and could not do much as it was the first time this happened at that clinic and they have been doing these ops for many years. The surgeon that had done the op was not in the hospital but at some kind of event and that he was not reachable. The emergency team tried to put things in and then told me to lay very still tto the next day. Come Sunday. And they goty in phone contact with the main surgeon and then I ws practically mummified from knees to waistline. I think I got the full prt of their monthly storage of surgical kompreses and all other things. And the day nurses came ad built a kind of wall around my body with all kinds of pilows so that I could not turn anyways. The plans ws to send me hom on the folowing Tuesday, But on Monday I was again brought into the op rom and brought to sleep. And I have no idea what they did to me, but at the end of that week I was sent home with my new body parts. Two weks later I was in for a more cosmetic /?/ fix up and about a month later the breast enhancement took place. But as said that ws the first time and through ths 15 years sinc that there has been nothing like my adventure. Note: I was during all these time I was on the spinal pain-controle so I have no extra bad time. because of the "pure" SRS..
Best gretings Vanessa and other that might read about my expereince.
Ginnie
Love and a big kiss Vanessa. You are not as alone as it feels some times. Just look at this community are we all not together in the same place more or less? And you are hear now love to feel the love and support from those of us with such startlingly similar stories. Again BIGLOVE from little me
MariaBella
As usual...a great story Vanessa. I applaud you for writing it all down. Is a great source of info into what people face when they transition. Knowledge from one who has been there. You have my respect and I bow before you as a great human being.
Dame Veronica
Thank you dear. The divine light in me bows to the divine light in you 💞
Vanessa........I am not really worthy of bowing to....much to atone for in my past. But....I thank you for your kindness. May the force be with you always!
Dame Veronica.
You had a great line: “I have made the most at my turn of life” Another one, “I am a woman inside out I am a woman “ God grant you find someone you can share your secret with. Lotta fits and starts with dating - a pretty universal truth-no news there . I would just hope in getting to where you want to be you would have fun getting there ❤️👩🎤