Well, it finally happened to me. Somehow I now feel like crap for having a dick. I knew that at some point I wanted to get bottom surgery, but it hasn’t been because I desperately wanted to cut of my dick and felt shit because I still have one, but because I knew I wanted a vagina. Yesterday evening it turned around and now I feel absolutely miserable for still having one. Why does my brain has to make my life even harder than it already is? This type of Dysphoria is kind of a next level. It (at least currently) doesn’t really go away and noticing The source of my Dysphoria every time I move is next level crap.

  • dandelion (she/her)@lemmy.blahaj.zone
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    2 months ago

    That’s OK, I lived most of my life not transitioning because of internalized TERF-like thinking (like that I would be appropriating women’s suffering by transitioning to become a woman, that wearing makeup or women’s clothes would be akin to betrayal to women by perpetuating sexist norms about femininity, or that I would never want to infringe on women’s spaces, and so on).

    It’s only been six weeks since my surgery, so I have not yet fully recovered.

    I actually had complications, some wound separation where some of the skin graft didn’t take near the base of the vagina, so part of the skin sloughed off. Despite that, I highly recommend it so far.

    When I first looked at the vagina after the surgery, in the hospital bed, I fully expected to feel regret - instead I was flooded with relief. I had no idea how much I had been holding onto shame about my genitals, and I just broke down crying from the relief. There have been a lot of positive moments since then, and so far I haven’t even remotely felt regret even in the worst moments when I temporarily was told I couldn’t dilate while in the hospital and I thought I might lose my canal.

    Let me know if you have any questions or if you are curious about anything.