December 13th 2016 Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com! It was a year ago today that I started this blog. I guess most of us who blog on a subject like gender do so to help make sense of our feelings, perhaps also in the hope of feedback and support. That has certainly been forthcoming and I… Read More Where did the year go?
After 12 months of being on the waiting list for the Gender Identity Clinic, I should get my first appointment in a couple more months. It would seem I am not alone in having some trepidation about that first meeting. What if I don’t meet their criteria? Does that mean I’ve been fooling myself; that… Read More What if I’m ‘not trans enough’ – how do I ‘know’ my true gender?
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
…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