Becoming Me: Post-surgery

Content Warning: surgery, top surgery, dysphoria, post-surgery photos

So here we are, now 21 days post surgery. There aren’t that many easy-to-find accounts of exactly what this bit is like, so I thought I’d add my experience to the mix. So expect a long post, and feel free to skip the boring bits :)

As ever, this is me only, everyone experiences it differently and will have their own challenges, but if it helps someone understand,or someone going through or about to go through it feel a little easier, then I figure I did my job.

Last note before I start, there are some post-surgery pictures in this post, and they’re not pictures everyone will want to see. Anything like that I’ve hidden behind a clickable show/hide link, so you won’t see anything you don’t want to. Continue reading

Becoming Me: Top Surgery Incoming!

Its tiiiiiiiiime! Over 3 years after coming out as Trans, I’m finally due for top surgery! *tiny dance*

Something about having to sit and wait for a date after getting approved made me get slowly more and more antsy and dysphoric. Realised at one point I hadn’t left the house in a week and a half. Being so close and still stuck waiting, ugh…

But I can be done with that after Thursday!

THURSDAY!!!!! Continue reading

Becoming Me: Being Loved

Phew, it’s been a while. I’ve struggled persuading myself to vlog, and kept putting it off in case I did manage. There will be more in the future, but I think its time to accept that most of the time I’m just happier typing!

Friends, I’ve been busy. I got engaged, and just moved in with my partner!

Some other stuff too but let’s stick with that for now, because it’s what I want to talk about.

I’ve talked before about never really identifying with being a lesbian or a butch. For the longest time I didn’t know what I was, because nothing seemed to fit.

I was only occasionally attracted to people, and when I was, it was usually to a woman who identified as straight. I learned by getting my heart broken for the first time at 16 that it was best to keep that quiet, so I did. Never being attracted to someone until I got to know them meant learning how to do that unselfishly – in the end, I learned to accept it, and just make a friend instead. Continue reading