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Posted by Susan James
August 14, 2010
Filed in Society Girl's Personal Blogs
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Or maybe it's the beginning?
Anyway, whichever way one looks at it, I'm done. No more shrinks and doctors, appointments and tests, and all the other crap that goes along with a simple request for a bit of elective surgery. I've had my final check-up (as far as I know, and I can't be bothered going if they ever want to see me again - which I doubt, I am a royal pain in hospitals).
Of course they have to cover themselves so no-one can sue the pants off them - hang on, that's what I wanted (not to sue them, but to get out of pants!) - afterwards for doing what they were asked them to do then having to accommodate a change of mind.
NO, I am not and will not be changing my mind.
I am quite happy with the way things are, everything is virtually back to normal physically, and there was nothing wrong with my mental state in the first place. It was the body that was out of synch.
Was, past tense, all fixed. At long bloody last. It was a journey and a half, took over ten years from my first approach to my GP to the final operation, and it's not hard to understand why some people don't make it. I had my moments of total disillusionment, wondering if it was worth the effort and distress and depression and all that, but it was.
Ok,I opted for the 'look-alike' cosmetic op, but that only rules out penetrative sex, and that was never high on my agenda anyway. I still have all the proper 'feeling', and that 'works'.
It's not been life-changing, I have been female too long for it to affect me that way, and I never expected it to. Some things will be easier, some not, but basically I'm still just me.
At that's it. I will still be posting opinions on the site, offering advice whether it's wanted or not, and keeping an eye on things generally.
Good luck to those walking the same path, and I hope all goes well for you too. (And more quickly!).
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