Emily
04-09-03, 05:44 AM
Well, I just thought I'd post and say hello to everyone out there. To introduce myself, my name is Emily, and currently I'm a student at Florida State University.
Of course it's around these 4 am internet sessions, when I'm just tired enough to start thinking about the "weird" stuff in my life, that the physical difference between my legs comes to mind. I know that when my mom first broke the news to me (about being born without a uterus and having my ovaries removed because they were twisted, or something like that), it didn't really strike me as bad news. At that time all my friends were going through puberty so i thought, "Hey, alright. No shovin tampons up my holiest of holies or havin to deal with the pains of childbirth." I've always been pretty tomboyish so it didn't bother me at all that I wouldn't have to deal with such girly things. It wasn't until I was around 16 that I also found out that I didn't really have a vagina, or at least the hole for intercourse. Everything else seemed to be there, but being 16, and starting to wonder a bit about the sexual arena, I was a little confused. My mom's never really seen it as a problem, rather she just put things right out on the platter: If I ever wanted to have intercourse with a man, I'd have to get surgery for it and all I had to do was let her know when I was ready.
Seemed like a good enough plan, but I've just always wondered about this whole situation. I really hate surgery, I've never been thrilled about going under the knife. I certainly wouldn't be thrilled with the recovery, especially having to let that area heal. And given the fact that I've still hung on to some notion of a higher power despite all my confusion with religion, I've always just wondered if I'm even supposed to have surgery. Or even still, if I was meant to be with a man. Maybe I was made this way because I was, in fact, destined to find my one true love in female form. Truth be told, I really don't know. I don't find myself swaying to one gender or the other right now. I'm not really interested in the whole flirting with guys and oogling over them on campus, and I'm not interested in doing the same with girls. This whole physical predicament that I've been in just has me wondering whether I was meant to go in a specific sexual direction. I don't think I've ever REALLY had a problem with all of it, it's just always had me thinking. I'm bothered slightly by the fact that I can't have my own child, but I'm just as comfortable with the utilitarian aspect of this which is that adoption is saving one more kid from a shitty foster home.
I can't say that I blame you if you've stopped reading a while back. Maybe this post was more for me than for anybody else, but for anybody who did find it interesting, or for anybody who shares the same feelings, please feel free to post any reply that comes to mind. I look forward to participating in the boards and maybe coming to some answers along the way. Take care. :D
-Emily
Of course it's around these 4 am internet sessions, when I'm just tired enough to start thinking about the "weird" stuff in my life, that the physical difference between my legs comes to mind. I know that when my mom first broke the news to me (about being born without a uterus and having my ovaries removed because they were twisted, or something like that), it didn't really strike me as bad news. At that time all my friends were going through puberty so i thought, "Hey, alright. No shovin tampons up my holiest of holies or havin to deal with the pains of childbirth." I've always been pretty tomboyish so it didn't bother me at all that I wouldn't have to deal with such girly things. It wasn't until I was around 16 that I also found out that I didn't really have a vagina, or at least the hole for intercourse. Everything else seemed to be there, but being 16, and starting to wonder a bit about the sexual arena, I was a little confused. My mom's never really seen it as a problem, rather she just put things right out on the platter: If I ever wanted to have intercourse with a man, I'd have to get surgery for it and all I had to do was let her know when I was ready.
Seemed like a good enough plan, but I've just always wondered about this whole situation. I really hate surgery, I've never been thrilled about going under the knife. I certainly wouldn't be thrilled with the recovery, especially having to let that area heal. And given the fact that I've still hung on to some notion of a higher power despite all my confusion with religion, I've always just wondered if I'm even supposed to have surgery. Or even still, if I was meant to be with a man. Maybe I was made this way because I was, in fact, destined to find my one true love in female form. Truth be told, I really don't know. I don't find myself swaying to one gender or the other right now. I'm not really interested in the whole flirting with guys and oogling over them on campus, and I'm not interested in doing the same with girls. This whole physical predicament that I've been in just has me wondering whether I was meant to go in a specific sexual direction. I don't think I've ever REALLY had a problem with all of it, it's just always had me thinking. I'm bothered slightly by the fact that I can't have my own child, but I'm just as comfortable with the utilitarian aspect of this which is that adoption is saving one more kid from a shitty foster home.
I can't say that I blame you if you've stopped reading a while back. Maybe this post was more for me than for anybody else, but for anybody who did find it interesting, or for anybody who shares the same feelings, please feel free to post any reply that comes to mind. I look forward to participating in the boards and maybe coming to some answers along the way. Take care. :D
-Emily