It's my hope to post entries here about my life and experiences as a trans-woman, and everyday life in general. This is my way of making my voice be heard, and bringing attention to the issues that transgender people face every day.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
I actually had quite a few things to talk about since the last time I posted. My last therapy appointment was rather uneventful, aside from her suggesting possibly looking for some kind of halfway house to help me get on my feet. No luck there though, everything in the area is for either drugs or alcohol rehab, no mental illness recovery ones that aren't for anyone over 18. I don't know where that idea will go, I guess I'll have to wait to find out. Last Saturday morning I woke up and went to use the bathroom and it burned like hell when I peed. I hoped it would pass within a day or so, at first I just hoped it was from tucking too tightly lately. It just lasted a lot longer than I thought it would because of that. I was scared enough I might have a urinary infection I went to the doctor on Monday. That was an adventure unto itself. Everyone who was called up to the receptionist desk to get their IDs and insurance cards back was called either Mr. or Mrs. by her before their last name. I was sitting there the whole time with my heart pounding hoping that she wouldn't use Mr. in front of my name. She had my ID so it would have been easy to figure things out. Luckily she just called me Sage, which I was so relieved to hear. The pee test came back negative for any kind of infection, so I felt lucky about that. I apparently passed with doctor though. I ended up having to out myself when he asked me if I had noticed any vaginal discharge or if I had ever had a yeast infection. We established rather awkwardly what kind of parts I had, then went though everything that might be possible. He agreed with me about any kind of prostate issues, I'm too young, and the estrogen would cause it to shrink and not be prone to problems as easily. We eventually came to the conclusion that it was because of how I was tucking things. I had been trying to make it as tight as I could lately to keep things from slipping out, and it wouldn't be the first time I've gotten irritated down there. Uretheral irritation was the final diagnosis, basically I had been sitting it on it too often for too long. I managed to chafe the inside of it somehow. The doctor handled it very well though, which surprised me for a doctor here in town, it didn't seem to phase him. Luckily things have cleared up now, and I learned I need to take care of parts I don't want better. Things have been relatively calm aside from that little issue.
My name is Sage, and I'm just a young trans-woman trying to get by in this world. I started this blog to write about my life and what goes on in it, and to talk about whatever I feel applies to it at times. Keep reading if it interests you. I plan to update as frequently as possible. If you send me friend requests on any of my sites, please send a message and mention my blog in it so I don't accidentally ignore it.
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