Mean Green Irene
01-03-2008, 12:32 PM
The year started quietly I was 57 and I had been in a job for only 5 months and was still learning how the company works. I was in my 10th month of HRT. I was actively dressing in the evenings and weekends and my wife was accepting and helping me. But I was seldom going out and about.
Early in the year my depressions started gaining strength. I was getting seriously depressed, I blamed it on the estrogen patches coming loose and allowing my “T” to rise. However by mid year I realized that it really wasn’t the patches it was my attitude and thinking. When I thought of living the rest of my life in hiding I became very depressed. When I was thinking and planning to transition I became happy. The cycles were obvious.
I started going out and about more often – I braved a department store and restaurant. That helped, but not enough.
Late August after an argument with my wife, I made a decision that I would never transition. The next day I took an overdose of drugs, fully expecting to die. I was even smiling as I took them. Well my body recognized the overdose and rejected them. I got sick but obviously did not die. At that point I realized that I had to transition and transition soon.
Most of my life I blamed my feelings, frequent depressions and emotional distress on my testicles. So I felt no transition would be complete without removing them. I revealed my decision to my wife and started planning. My counselor helped a lot. I started to dress and go out and about as often as I could, my wife and I went shopping in several department stores and bought a lot of clothes, since I will be dressing full time.
Mid October my wife and I had another argument and I again decided to not transition. The next day I loaded my rife and put it to my head, and pulled the trigger. Nothing. My guess is that about two years prior I had taken it apart and left out the firing pin to better clean it. From that moment on I knew that it was transition or death.
I was able to schedule my Orchiectomy on Dec 3, and decided to start living as a woman on November 12.
All went as planned. I am a eunuch living as a woman. My wife is Ok with it so far, three of my adult children accept me and the fourth refuses to see me for now.
I am happy without depressions so far. The year 2007 was the year of my death and birth. I even had a party with a number of friends; I called it my “Fred is Dead, Long Live Irene” party.
With Love, Irene (A picture from my coming out party is in my profile)
Early in the year my depressions started gaining strength. I was getting seriously depressed, I blamed it on the estrogen patches coming loose and allowing my “T” to rise. However by mid year I realized that it really wasn’t the patches it was my attitude and thinking. When I thought of living the rest of my life in hiding I became very depressed. When I was thinking and planning to transition I became happy. The cycles were obvious.
I started going out and about more often – I braved a department store and restaurant. That helped, but not enough.
Late August after an argument with my wife, I made a decision that I would never transition. The next day I took an overdose of drugs, fully expecting to die. I was even smiling as I took them. Well my body recognized the overdose and rejected them. I got sick but obviously did not die. At that point I realized that I had to transition and transition soon.
Most of my life I blamed my feelings, frequent depressions and emotional distress on my testicles. So I felt no transition would be complete without removing them. I revealed my decision to my wife and started planning. My counselor helped a lot. I started to dress and go out and about as often as I could, my wife and I went shopping in several department stores and bought a lot of clothes, since I will be dressing full time.
Mid October my wife and I had another argument and I again decided to not transition. The next day I loaded my rife and put it to my head, and pulled the trigger. Nothing. My guess is that about two years prior I had taken it apart and left out the firing pin to better clean it. From that moment on I knew that it was transition or death.
I was able to schedule my Orchiectomy on Dec 3, and decided to start living as a woman on November 12.
All went as planned. I am a eunuch living as a woman. My wife is Ok with it so far, three of my adult children accept me and the fourth refuses to see me for now.
I am happy without depressions so far. The year 2007 was the year of my death and birth. I even had a party with a number of friends; I called it my “Fred is Dead, Long Live Irene” party.
With Love, Irene (A picture from my coming out party is in my profile)