I’ve been away a few months, primarily because I didn’t feel safe on the forum with a narcissist allowed to probe and ridicule my path, as if theirs is the only one possible. I could give a complete analysis of the particular miss muffet sitting on her tuffet, but I wont. I did my own processing.
I’ve made my own breast forms and a “hip and lower-belly pad set fixed to an elasticated belt”. The latter gives the proper below-belly-button protrusion seen in non-anorexic women. My hair is now long enough to have been cut into a good shape. When I look in the mirror now I see my “who I really am” looking back. The body shape is right, and affirmed right by the women in my life.
I’ve been focussed on life. All my work is as Pam now, including an engineering project. Transness seems to be a non-problem for everyone around me, including some quite staid old ladies. I’ll suggest it’s a non-problem because I lead my local world in making it so, even in London.
I did have an experience of being out alone in the dark, on the receiving end of a car-full of drunk young males giving me cat-calls. I just ignored them and walked on. Insights into life as a woman continue to abound.
Paint dries a lot faster than the NHS makes appointments, so life goes on until ops can happen.
