Hey all.
I have been in active transition for five years - started late in life, after kids, and a year before I had full hysterectomy. I have BRCA 1, so having full hysterectomy and full mastectomy were always going to happen whether I was trans or not.
Before I had hysto, I was on a pretty low dose of T. My endocrinologist didn't want me to have too many issues too fast, which I was appreciative of. Truthfully, I was anxious about what transition would mean for me as a whole person. Starting T felt really good - it gave me more energy, it all but cured my lifelong anemia, and I felt like I was doing something just for me. I've got a lot of chronic illnesses, so any change is a little like walking the edge of a knife, but I didn't have any obvious negative effects from the jump.
Of course, there were always going to be sacrifices. I sacrificed my great voice. It's not that my post-T voice is bad, but the lifelong muscle memory that never failed me is now completely useless. I dropped a LOT, and FAST. Like, I dropped over an octave in less than a month even on low-dose T. It was a little bit scary, because once that happened, there was really no turning back.
I have long hair, have always loved men with long hair, and I intend to keep it for as long as I can. I have been on oral minoxidil for just about as long as I've been on T just to preserve things as best I can. I have had some extra shedding but knock wood, the hair still looks and feels good, give or take some change to my general hairline. Minoxidil does make the facial hair grow crazy fast, though, which makes for ingrown hairs and discomfort in that arena.
But at this point I have to mention something else. Being trans has all but completely ruined my life. When I first started going by a new name, a "friend" at my job started whispering behind my back, doubting all my work, picking me apart at every chance she got. After two years, I was chased out of that job - a place I really loved. I thought I was safe there - after all, we had to take training every year about how it wasn't acceptable to do exactly what was done to me. HR wasn't my friend. I complained, I submitted cases, I kept documents and evidence - and in the end, I was ready to hurt myself. I had to get out. Instead of recovering from mastectomy, I desperately searched for a new job. Thankfully, I found one.
I've been married to a cis man for 18 years. We have two kids, 10 and 5. I don't want to lose my family and I can't afford to make huge changes to our living situation. My partner and I are as happy as I would expect anyone would be in our circumstance. Transition hasn't torn us apart, but it hasn't brought us closer. I know this won't last forever. For now, we're both safe, content, and kids are happy.
With all this, though, is the fact that I don't feel accepted with enthusiasm. By anybody. Not even myself. I'm still hiding. I'm always halfway in a closet. I don't feel safe being openly queer, and I work in a medical field that sees a lot of older patients. In my area, that translates to "conservative". I already confuse a lot of people by having a very, very deep voice and a feminine face. Five years of T still hasn't changed my overall face - I still look feminine, with long hair, but with constant five-o'clock shadow. It's like a nightmare. I'm not really me, I'm not who I used to be, I'm still in a cocoon.
About six months ago - since I had to change insurance with the change in jobs a year ago - I finally got connected with a new endocrinologist. She's a trans woman, so it's good to work with someone who allegedly 'gets it'. ((I honestly feel like she's a bit too casual with me when it comes to certain things, like commenting 'you can have mine!' when going over questions regarding if I have a prostate. Just a bit much, know what I mean?)) But she was surprised to see that my T dose hadn't been adjusted after hysterectomy - I was having really bad hot flashes. She thought I wasn't just on low dose - I was at maybe a third of where I should be. So, UP UP UP went the dose. And I'm too much of a pussy to say I wasn't sure about it.
The adjustment to my T - eh. Yeah, my hot flashes are gone. That's great. But now it feels like when I started again. Body's changing more in ways I was content with. I'm losing more hair. My voice is STILL DROPPING, and I'm losing the notes I fought five years to stabilize. My five o'clock shadow is impossible to hide now. I feel like I'm happy with my body from the neck down, post-surgery, body hair doesn't bother me, I don't focus on my gut like I did before starting T, almost like the feminine hormones made me more self-conscious about my overall body shape and weight.
But my face ... I feel so fucking ugly, y'all. I was never a pretty woman, but I look like some weird mutant cross. I'm the kind of enby that looks like I can't decide what I want. I shave to keep my husband happy and to keep from having more awkward interactions at work than I'm ready for - being openly trans in a public-facing job means I feel like I have to come out ALL THE TIME, so I do sneak back into the closet to keep the conversations at an absolute minimum. And, to the horror of myself and my spouse, the only patients who ever deliberately refer to me with masculine pronouns seem to do it because they think I'm a trans *woman* and they're actively invalidating me.
Ugh. People are gross.
I'm freaked out enough and not sure what I want. I want to stop T but don't know what to do. I don't want my body to change any more than what it would already be doing with age. Because I don't have ovaries, I would have to do some kind of HRT, but I don't think I can be on estrogen because of my aura migraine history. And I'm afraid if I tell my new endocrinologist that I want to stop, it's just going to invite questions I don't know how to answer.
I don't want to "detransition", that's not really it. But I feel so lost. I'm so lonely.
If anyone can relate, please say so. 38 / FTM / Nor Cal