People used to tell me how brave I was for transitioning. I’d poo poo that but there was some truth to it, especially viewing it in retrospect. Transitioning is not for the faint of heart – think carefully if you are contemplating it.
One of the most scary moments of my life was the morning of my SRS surgery. I was alone in the city of Philadelphia. My sister and brother in law would come down for when I was out of the hospital for a few days to help get me back on my feet. But that was not for a few days.
I arrived at the hospital with the surgeon and a med student who was assisting him. I checked in and was by myself until I was wheeled down to surgery. The reality of going through this really hit me and it was mighty scary and I badly needed some moral support.
I was brought down to surgery and kept it together for a few minutes but broke down in tears and ended up hugging the med student. Until that moment I had assumed she was cis-gender, but her response to me when I was expressing my fear was that she had gone through this ten years earlier.
I suddenly felt better and managed to get my composure back. That goodness for that med student, it was exactly what I needed right at the moment.
My Gifted Life 