Dianne
08-12-07, 08:46 PM
I spent the first decade of my life thinking I was supposed to be a boy but sure that I was a girl. My adopted parents tried to raise me as a boy and I found that so confusing. It all left me feeling like I was just weird. At puberty it was even more confusing! I stared to develop breasts AND fuzz on my chin. Breasts were ok but the other wasn't. I also fell in love for the first time and I knew that what I was feeling were "girl feelings", not "boy feelings". Most everyone in the small town where I grew up knew I was "different", not "flaming gay" different, just not quite one nor the other. Though I was apparently male, I wasn't male like the other boys - my "private parts" were tiny, shaped different and never matured.
Tests when I was about 15 showed low levels of both estrogen and testosterone, neither anywhere near normal for either sex. A doctor suggest to my Mom that I be put on testosterone (to "make a man of me") and I said I'd rather take cyanide!
I lived part of my first 21 years androgynous, just enough boyish to avoid my Mom's wrath (and beatings), and the rest of the time in girl mode (any time I was away from home).
At 21, when I came of legal age, I was finally able to seek medical help (without my Mom's control). I wanted corrective surgery to be able to live normally, as a woman, but that was hard to find. Because my birth certificate said "male" and there were no "medical indications" (problems) to warrant the surgery, it was considered "cosmetic" which meant I had to pay for it myself. It took 3 more years to raise enough money.
At 40 years of age (1980) I met my birth mother and learned some details about the first few weeks of my life (possible "problems" that they tried to hide from my mother) and that there was a five month gap ("missing time") between when my mother left me at the hospital and when I was put up for adoption.
More years went by with me thinking I was "just" a MtF transsexual (no slight intended to our TS/TG friends) until a few years ago when I was looking through some information on the Internet about various Intersex conditions. I happened upon a picture (with no title or description) of a person with "unaltered ambiguous genitalia" and I was lightning-struck! The picture was an exact duplicate of what I would have looked like if I had not been altered as an infant! I could see EXACTLY what had been done - cut here, stitch there and presto! - a perfect double!
Shortly after I was talking to my sister and mentioned this picture and how it made me wonder. We talked about our adopted Dad and realized that HE had a form of DSD and all of a sudden all the pieces of my life fell into place! It was like a "connect the dots" picture when you reach that magic point where you suddenly realize what it is and how all the dots connect!
At first I was unimaginably ANGRY! I was livid that so many people in the family and family friends KNEW about my "difference" but nobody ever TOLD me, angry that I struggled so painfully with my identity and nobody ever admitted that there might be a reason. Everybody knew but ME!
The anger subsided and I came to see that there were some people in my childhood who tried to help (as best they could without coming right out and admitting what they knew), my adopted Dad and a few family friends. Small comfort for all the years of anguish but knowing is still better than not knowing - at least I understand everything now and I understand why people did what they did.
I have been on my own for 15 years now (since my last marriage fell apart) and in my latter 50's I have all but given up on romance. (The effects of my ordeal left me with a partially masculinized body and malformed genitalia and most "normal" people just can't get past that.) I spent most of my life (since age 24) just trying to live a normal life but I have reached the point where I am feeling more and more inclined to be more open about my journey and maybe, just MAYBE help "normal" people understand sex and gender just a little better.
Having lived so long keeping my past a secret, I am a bit fearful to be "too public" but I also know I am doing a disservice to those who are struggling with sex and gender issues and maybe it is time for me to be more vocal and less anonymous.
Who among us is "public" on Intersex issues? (I mean "real name" public.) How has that effected your life? If you could keep it a secret, would you?
Tests when I was about 15 showed low levels of both estrogen and testosterone, neither anywhere near normal for either sex. A doctor suggest to my Mom that I be put on testosterone (to "make a man of me") and I said I'd rather take cyanide!
I lived part of my first 21 years androgynous, just enough boyish to avoid my Mom's wrath (and beatings), and the rest of the time in girl mode (any time I was away from home).
At 21, when I came of legal age, I was finally able to seek medical help (without my Mom's control). I wanted corrective surgery to be able to live normally, as a woman, but that was hard to find. Because my birth certificate said "male" and there were no "medical indications" (problems) to warrant the surgery, it was considered "cosmetic" which meant I had to pay for it myself. It took 3 more years to raise enough money.
At 40 years of age (1980) I met my birth mother and learned some details about the first few weeks of my life (possible "problems" that they tried to hide from my mother) and that there was a five month gap ("missing time") between when my mother left me at the hospital and when I was put up for adoption.
More years went by with me thinking I was "just" a MtF transsexual (no slight intended to our TS/TG friends) until a few years ago when I was looking through some information on the Internet about various Intersex conditions. I happened upon a picture (with no title or description) of a person with "unaltered ambiguous genitalia" and I was lightning-struck! The picture was an exact duplicate of what I would have looked like if I had not been altered as an infant! I could see EXACTLY what had been done - cut here, stitch there and presto! - a perfect double!
Shortly after I was talking to my sister and mentioned this picture and how it made me wonder. We talked about our adopted Dad and realized that HE had a form of DSD and all of a sudden all the pieces of my life fell into place! It was like a "connect the dots" picture when you reach that magic point where you suddenly realize what it is and how all the dots connect!
At first I was unimaginably ANGRY! I was livid that so many people in the family and family friends KNEW about my "difference" but nobody ever TOLD me, angry that I struggled so painfully with my identity and nobody ever admitted that there might be a reason. Everybody knew but ME!
The anger subsided and I came to see that there were some people in my childhood who tried to help (as best they could without coming right out and admitting what they knew), my adopted Dad and a few family friends. Small comfort for all the years of anguish but knowing is still better than not knowing - at least I understand everything now and I understand why people did what they did.
I have been on my own for 15 years now (since my last marriage fell apart) and in my latter 50's I have all but given up on romance. (The effects of my ordeal left me with a partially masculinized body and malformed genitalia and most "normal" people just can't get past that.) I spent most of my life (since age 24) just trying to live a normal life but I have reached the point where I am feeling more and more inclined to be more open about my journey and maybe, just MAYBE help "normal" people understand sex and gender just a little better.
Having lived so long keeping my past a secret, I am a bit fearful to be "too public" but I also know I am doing a disservice to those who are struggling with sex and gender issues and maybe it is time for me to be more vocal and less anonymous.
Who among us is "public" on Intersex issues? (I mean "real name" public.) How has that effected your life? If you could keep it a secret, would you?