**Warning Rambling Discourse Ahead**
Well it is an easy answer for me because I am TS and have always, even though I was in denial for years, wanted the same things out of life... to be a wife and mother.
I thought I was mad... I didn't even really like boys back then... I had the stirrings of feelings but my chemical mix just didn't allow it to work... and motherhood... Well how the hell can a boy feel broody and want to be pregnant?
It became ten fold worse when I reached the age when my age group were pairing off and suddenly it was so and so is pregnant or you see such and such with a pram and you'd have these conflicting emotions of need and jealousy... and they just kept getting stronger by the year...
There was absolutely nothing I wanted more in the world than a husband, children and a home... and I didn't have any. I tried being with girls but it didn't work as a boy... I loved being close to them... touching them... but the whole boy thing was just bleeuuugh and so everything always went wrong... which really cut me. I met two girl desperate for children, but the reality was I didn't want to be a father... be called Dad... be the sperm in the equation. It was the perpetuation of the lie that was my life.
The first girl Carmen took it very badly... she exposed the real me to the world way back in 1994 and caused me a lot of issues by telling my friends and writing to my parents... It was that relationship and her actions that led to my growing self-loathing which spiralled into self-harm and alcohol abuse.
The second girl came later in 2005 when I had finally stabilized my life into accepting that dressing would always be a part of me, and the nonsense inolving being female could be supressed and ignored (idiot). Well... she saw through me in weeks... and all the hopes I had that I could transfer my female needs onto her blew to pieces. It was the catalyst for my crisis and was fuelled by the death of my father a month later. I couldn't live like a boy any more... I wasn't a boy.
Eventually I found that on hormones that my 'platonic' interest in boys evolved to a sexual interest and I suddenly thought life could be normal for me... I could have two of the three and I knew two boys I utterly adored, but my life being my life one rejected me outright and the other played with me for a while and grew bored. I have never been able to fully express my femininity because I never had a partner that would allow me... Drives me mad... lol... Total frustration.
So now I'm 41... and the hopes are largely over... and I'm a woman without ovaries who sees families in supermarkets squbbling and fighting and sees a wonderful perfection in it... that desires it above all. To live a normal life, to care for others, to nurture... It was what I was designed for, but I am utterly imperfect and incapable it would seem.
To the girls that don't want children and can't have children, well I understand you too... I didn't want to be a father... it was an anathama to me... It revusled me. Now I can't... I refused to store sperm and am now sterile... So no babies for me by choice. It hurts, but it was the right thing to do.
As for the pain of childbirth I don't think SRS is going to be a wonderful experience, but the rewards after the fact make up for any momentary... pure agony
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Well this turned out to be a long rambling aside... Sorry. Guess I'm thinking through things at the moment... Letting old dreams go and allowing new hopes to take shape...
Sorry...
Lisa x