Funny how one can be getting on with enjoying life when suddenly dysphoria strikes changing everything. My sweet wife and I were entering a local hall going to a ceilidh ( traditional dance) when suddenly a horrible black cloud descended. In truth, I am not sure it descended, it felt more like I walked straight… Read More Hitting The Brick Wall
Thoughts on the NHS Gender Pathway ….and the search for alternatives I noticed the date this morning – November 6th – and remembered that it would have been my younger brother’s 62nd birthday (he died of a heart attack 2 years ago). Though he died young, he did live his life ‘to the full’ and… Read More Time waits for no woman
I went to a wonderful concert this weekend with my wife and a close friend of hers. I chose the back seat of the car, so they could catch up on gossip. Wow, for the 50 minute journey each way the gossip never stopped. Now this is not a negative comment on how women natter.… Read More A fish ‘out of water’
After a busy weekend, Sunday evening comes. The log fire flickers warming and welcoming. A lovely beef roast and a bottle of good wine to share with my sweet wife I have the urge to get out of my jeans and put on a long skirt. Moments later in skirt and loose jumper I can… Read More Sunday evening reflections
Today I think I better understand dysphoria, or at least how it affects me. As I written previously, I never really felt significantly affected but no longer. Today is tough. I know I don’t pass. But I really wish I did. I hate that I might be/am seen as a ‘man’ in a dress. Sometimes… Read More Face Feminisation, Passing and Dysphoria
This may seem like a weird question but in essence it seemed to be implied by one person commenting on my last post. He/she asked (and I’ll use ‘he’for reasons that will become clear) if I was advocating hormones as a ‘diagnostic’. The quick answer is ” certainly not”. I will argue that our sense… Read More Do hormones ‘make a woman’?
…well a trans-woman. So are you a woman? my wife asked. It felt weird answering ‘yes’. At some level I am not a woman. I don’t have the body of a woman, I don’t share the life experiences of a woman. I have grown up with both the privilege accorded to an English male and… Read More How I learnt not to feel a fraud in calling myself a woman