I normally hate posts like these–they’re almost inevitably too “I’m now the expert” but I actually thought this one was lovely, I think because it was mostly reflecting on the author’s experience.

And, really, part of me aches for the world of fifteen years ago where trans people were ignored. One of the great lessons of my transition was that people are generally decent and will try to do the right thing and treat others well, and I don’t know that that would happen today–clueless cis people can default to being decent, even though they’re steeped in a transphobic society, but a lot of those once clueless cis people now have been primed to actively hate trans people.

I wish there was some way to know that my fears about bottom surgery wouldn’t come to fruition. That I won’t lose sensation or run into complications, that the anaesthesia will keep me under and won’t cause issues, that I’ll be able to have access to proper pain medication afterward and won’t be left to suffer through it with ibuprofen or have to find my own solutions at my own expense.

There’s soooo much that’s promising but talk about a scary barrier.

I wish keeping fit and healthy was enough to give you an easy recovery. I ran a half marathon the week before my GRS, and still managed to catch pneumonia and have a bad reaction to the catheter

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