tension

I took extra estradiol today in case patch was running thin, so I am not low. But I am in a reactivity state that matches descriptions of PMS. The stresses yesterday, who knows how they contributed, or the shift to autumn, or sleep deprivation? Who knows if this is random or nocebo? I just know that I’m extremely easily frustrated, despairing (not actually! Just feeling like I do, and moaning and groaning), crying, very easily irritated, short fuse, easily saddened, yesterday and today. Low on containment ability, and high persistence of affect. A little bloated as well. Dark chocolate craved and helping. What a cliché. Never mind etiology, this is how I feel today.

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Marking this point. Should the same return later, that yields more data.

cornerstone

One good thing about having your own lockable office is that when you are reaching levels of stress from how much you have to do in a short time and you feel tears are coming on, which you can no longer stop, just delay, since starting HRT, you can go to your office and lock the door and you can cry and hyperventilate. And blog about it. And think that it will feel better in a few moments, and then later you can be calm and focus and get things done and they will be done and everything will be OK.

There is valuable truth in that I both can be overcome with emotions and remain in control.

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Happy that I can do this by crying instead of biting myself, at least. Healthier.

Don’t worry. I’ll be OK. I only accept a successful outcome. It’s just that for a while this evening, while working towards it, I will be crying.

crystal gens

Aaaaand… I’m returning again to longing for the proper genitals. Is that the word? It feels like what I am saddled with is out of place, meaningless. I’m suspecting the core is, my view of myself changed to one I am happier with, and that changed frames of reference.

(Was thinking of kink events, and how I too would like to feel OK with getting nude, and how I currently am not.)

Next steps in any case, set up perineal laser appointment and slowly save up for SRS. Also stay healthy, get fit exercise-wise and lose some more weight, all to become as ready as I can to undergo a medical procedure like that.

(EDIT: Huh. I literally feel jealous of cis women for something so basal as their intimate parts, for casually having that anatomy and being able to inhabit it in interaction without anyone questioning it. I suppose that is where I am.)

aspects & agency

Still in a state of somewhat movedness. Basically, I’m reminded that why there may well be clear and defined biological bases for my gender identity and for how my mind improves on sufficient estrogen, I cannot show this easily. The CAH research has the issues one would fear in that the surgeries they get might confound, for example, the guevesdoces findings etc. similarly may be confounded, and so forth. Data match my model but also match other models.

It’s clear that part of the reason I want to do multi-omics studies on HRT are to somehow demonstrate my validity in these regard; verify there is some trans neurology property which causes dysphoria unless hormonally treated. Perhaps I will. But I really must let go of that need, I cannot let it hold me back.

So instead, what to consider? Certainly my personal trajectory, my identity evolution, my dysphoria and my transition do not happen in any vacuum. It would look different under other circumstances and in another time period or culture. I even knowingly in part let myself construct it drawing on others around me. That does not make it any less important, or genuine, or beneficial to me. It remains that it improves my circumstances. This remains true even if there would turn out to have been other paths that could have made me function. It is also an ongoing process of evolution.

Some part of me still feels shame when confronted with the implicit or explicit question why I take part in any construct involving gender, as though its total ignoring and rejection would be the saner choice. For whatever reason, that doesn’t work for me. My emotions won’t work, I won’t be happy unless I live and embody and fully belong to womanhood. Whether this was there from the beginning or developed during my life, it is true. Regardless of my politics it is true. I don’t feel like being ashamed of it.

Instead then in comparison with gender/sex, I will reference another social construct built around biological “realities“, namely parenthood.

It’s extremely central in our societies, even if it varies between them. People often structure their lives around it. Laws and social frameworks assist and protect it. Fundamental laws around names and property and belonging are informed by it. Some cultures have parents changing their names to reflect their parenthood, including for adopted children.

It has a deeply fundamental place in mythology and memetics, and we tend to believe in and experience instincts and involuntary mental states around it. These are constructed and likely informed by some biological basis. It ties into sex and love and pair bonds, and we let it sometimes change and damage our bodies.

The urge towards it is regarded as biological reality (and likely its basis is similarly muddled and unclear as gender identity, with conflicting evidence, likely something there to be found, profound impact, and cultural variability).

It involves major sacrifices and life changes, affecting not only the person but also other people and society as a whole, sometimes in really costly manner. It ties into many other identity facets and social constructs.

Its meaning and motivation varies between the individuals who choose it, and that is something constructed in our social groups – cultures, clans, peer groups. Some people do subversive variants. Some do it despite it not being so practical then and there. Some people do conventional variants in spite of their politics and feel shame for it.

Some people cannot do it using their own biology without help, or at all. We generally recognize the validity of what they create without question, except that there exists a vocal activist fringe – anti-adoption voices – who does not.

Some people end up having genetic children without deciding to. In some cases they see themselves and are seen as parents regardless. In some cases they do not see themselves so, and others often agree but not always. In other cases it is decided, and acknowledged. And in yet others, again, children are not genetic but parenthood was decided on and respected – was constructed, as the biology has an opt-out/opt-in clause in both modern and ancient societies in this regard.

The analogy with gender, of course, is clear. And my possessing and acting on a female gender identity – to the point of requesting recognition from the world, and to the point of letting it affect my life situation, name and reproductive anatomy – is analogous to the choice that most people in the world make to become parents. I’m no less sane than they are.

things

These are somewhat harsh times, I am under stress from many different work deadlines at once. Then as I started following more trans people on Twitter, I get their reposts of TERF stuff and sometimes at least briefly go down rabbit holes I would rather avoid, plus other things. Dieting, have not slept enough recently (because I had early meetings three days in a row, including laser), and ending up worrying about things. Not super happy with estradiol patches, will ask to try gel next time. Feeling the weight of stress and low sleep. I will make things better.

Would even more like injections, I now think, as it might have a spike+fall pattern actually similar to E2 levels in cis women (where some recent paper claimed those were on average the same as for cis men, but the data does not look like that for me). I’m speculating that occasionally _very_ high levels may trigger some differentiation. In theory I can use leftover material do to this myself occasionally though. Injections are not a thing in my country of residence. Looking forward though to next assessment. In best case might switch to patches+gel or something, and try out progesteron as well.

Continuing the discussion on hormones, looking around literature some (when I should have been working on other science), there are various scattered and sometimes incompatible findings pointing in different direction. There are also online communities of cis men doing DIY cis HRT, supplementing testosterone and reducing estradiol, some saying they feel bad from too high estradiol. I did not know this. Not scientifically validated but interesting, and it would make sense from a perspective of individual-specific optima.

Continuing the gender identity speculations, a recent look again at some papers show mixed conclusions on whether CAH people more often end up trans men. They may be, but it’s not clear if so if their medicine compliance during childhood plays roles, and at least some are raised as boys or reassigned girls quite late. These things might also confound some of the conclusions of that CAH vs gendered learning study I keep mentioning. Echoing my comment from two posts ago though; I am me, and retain my identity and needs, whether I can be sure there is some prenatal hormone effect driving my alignment or not.

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Oh, and also did the awkward and asked my laser provider if she can help me with genital hair removal in preparation for surgery. Language barriers salient but she seemed possible. So that might happen.

sert

This was interesting and I must read in more detail:

https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0006322314007094?via%3Dihub

Essentially
longitudinal imaging in MtF and FtM under HRT. I _think_ what they
conclude are testosterone increases serotonin binding (so goes up under T
HRT and down on anti-androgens) which may affect mood. Sufficient E
supplementation may counter, meaning in some sense one wants to avoid
being low on both hormones. Again, need to read more.

necronomiconda

The other day, was asked my old name. I saw no polite reason not to reveal it, but felt… shocked by it. I guess it is my deadname now and I might politely choose not to reveal it next time someone asks.

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Heavy period of stress, plus sleep deprivation and hunger, then got into a somewhat dysphoric worrying mood. Possibly hormonally low from poorly fitting patches too. I realize these things as I write about them are likely founding factors.

There are two things I would like to be true, that quite possibly are, but that I cannot control whether they are, related to my alignment. I cannot control them as they would be facts about the outside world. One being whether my hypothesis on same-vs-opposite-to-self alienation-causing dysphoria-foundational instinct as an actual biological thing is real and something building on mechanisms in trans and cis people both. The other whether the having-hormones-incorrect-to-brain-settings-causes-dysphoria in both trans and cis people hypothesis reflects reality. Both are models that imply a cause for my trans alignment – that is, for my female gender identity, and my dysphoria when not inhabiting it – that is likely inborn or prenatal, and that would be part of my functional brain architecture. Born this way, as Lady Gaga put it.

That in turn would be appealing because it would imply there never was any other option, no set of life circumstances would have made my brain cis, no alternate coping strategy to transition would have helped as well with the dysphoria. This would be an appealing truth even though I don’t really feel my transition has been particularly costly, I don’t feel that it has cost me much or that I have lost anything I cared about as I proceeded with it. I would more often worry about not being valid without it.

These things may well also hold true in the world (it’s one of few scenarios that make sense, after all, in explaining my various experiences and those reported anecdotally by other trans people), but holding on to them as cherished beliefs is still a crutch either way. I cannot control it so it is better – as I actually found quite some time ago too – that I don’t need that crutch in order to feel valid as a woman who transitions. I can’t know that these are the mechanisms behind my alignment, or that there really was no other way. I also cannot know that I fully correctly conceptualize myself. But from my horizon of action, I know I have become clearly happier, and I am accumulating a lot of data points suggesting that is persistent. Ultimately the fact that I really become fulfilled in this manner is sufficient grounds for my choices. My will itself is legitimate grounds.

reflecc

So, some various things – book and standup poem having some implicitly trans identity denying undertones, each time leaving me with some dysphoria. Same with assholish person in FB thread being all reproductive essentialist. Common takeaway: I have become more vulnerable, in the sense that erasure of my identity causes a dysphoria surge in me. I am fine with this, but wanted to note it is there. I have gained some vulnerabilities, and my slowly growing closeness to the actual affects of my emotions (through their bodily feedback), that also underscores and strengthens it. Not a problem, just life, and interesting.

Also wondering if person without known science qualifications not getting my point and referring to “Science“ in said FB thread amounts to something like mansplaining? Because I would feel so validated if it did. I guess not really, but no fear! Surely, one day I too will be clearly belittled and ignored by men less qualified than me. The sad sad part is I really do crave this because it will make me feel more like a woman, just as street harassment does…

fruit

Weird. Contemplating “huh, maybe I really should become vegan now?“ with a similar emotional tone as “huh, maybe I really should aim for SRS in two years time?“. With the main difference is I keep returning more often to the latter, and feel like I sort of care more about the question.

I guess in some ways the former is the more important question, because if one sees it ethically and environmentally, it impacts lots and lots of lives of sentient, feeling creatures. But I am numb to that suffering, feeling it only on a detached, intellectual level. I guess my point here is, the same detachment is there for major painful surgery of my genitals and basic body configuration. Is it really like this for other people?

claw marks burn scars broken glass

Randomly sir:red by flight steward. Have full make-up with eye shadow, pink lipstick, rainbow coloured nails. Hair in updo, long dangly earrings. Pink scarf, orchid purple short summer dress and high heels. As a service person on a flight he did not misgender deliberately, so it must be something about me which screams manhood deeply enough that none of the rest registered. He had not heard my voice, so must still be my looks. Feeling empty, looking around me full of sad and panicky thoughts, calm inside like a sad serpent at the bottom of a dried out river.

What are my chances? What are my flaws? What parts of this despicable shell of meat are even possible to fix? I know it’s not been long, I’m six months into puberty. There can be more rebuilding happening. I just need to break down so I can build up. Atrophy more muscle, break down more fat and tissue. Need to remember this feeling, this pain, need to let it drive me. If I lose as much mass as possible, anywhere, any tissue (except of course nervous system, because I need that to be me), then I can rebuild under the right developmental signals, quite possibly the right epigenetics. I need to break myself down and rebuild. I can only hope for this, and bear in mind this really is early. Everyone says this is what they experienced it. Just was not expecting it right now.

What else is it? Shape of facial bones? Forehead, length of face, nose? I thought I looked right in the mirror this morning. Jaw, somehow, side view? Forehead bossing? I don’t want to be one of those sad, sad people who keep listing anatomical measurement terms to explain their sadness; I see exactly the same lingo from incels and sad trans girls and I want nothing to do with it. I’ll just have faith, continue what I do, and then in a few years, if still wrong, ask for facial surgery advice.

This is sad. Then again, here is where I start. Here is where I start from.

I should have asked him what he said, corrected. I would want to. But in the moment I didn’t think of it. Need to try to make it a habit.

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Wanted to update though on other things anyway during the flight. Spending time by the coast let me relax requirements to myself; hanging out in exercise gear (so long as I wore the sports bra it was OK), not showering as often, no foundation, only sunblock, eyebrow pencil, kayal and mascara. Light lipstick. I could feel present in a “casual” sense, cycled, jogged, swam and suntanned. Wore a bikini for first time and felt great, not self-conscious. Went grocery shopping in this summer vacation mode. All this may seem shallow but actually is important: I need to experience and reclaim areas of my life while readjusting my self-perception within those areas. By doing so I can more contexts where I can stay at peace within myself.

In a way the whole journey to the summer house was one – such an important place for me throughout my childhood, and I’ve now reclaimed it as S, spent time relaxing as S. I now know what that feels like, I can do so and remember it. Similarly having family see me so mattered. And I went through my old boxes, threw out binders of old dysphoria-fuelled notes and scary papers, and repackaged other things. Saw my photos from 17 and 18 and noting how much more similar to my younger sister I still was. All in all, very good.

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Last, spent time with several trans woman friends in different contexts. Ending up very self-conscious of my voice, for I still keep dropping it almost all the time, and it really does bother me a lot. Saw some girls with great voices who have tiny scars on their neck, making me curious if there is surgery that helped them? I would probably still not do that. I fear losing my voice more than I do my sexual function (fascinated to note as I type it that it likely is true), I am a singer and someone who can console or coach others. So training is where it is. Here too I’ve been lazy. I must be diligent. I must escalate.

It’s like in so many other things I did that turned out to work. I must take a challenge fully and clearly seriously, and approach it with overkill as my goal. That too is who I am.

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Feeling privileged and narcissistic and shallow and dysphoric and all sorts of things. Meh. It will be good. Much love!