Saturday, January 18th, 1992.
Mary and the kids picked me up at the station. What an odd sensation it
was to realize she and I were truly two women now instead of man and wife.
Still, that was just the logic of it. My heart told me nothing had changed
between us.
I arrived home to find loads of Email from Mary and Keith. I responded as
follows:
Honey Bunch,
Thank you so much for your wonderful notes. It means so much to-me to
hear you write the things you have trouble saying. Thank-you for your love.
I had a lot of time to think at the hospital. And it became very-clear to
me that you and the kids are the focus of my life. Now-that I am who I NEED
to be, YOUR happiness is my prime concern.
I know this is not the life you expected, but it is a good
life,-nonetheless. And I shall devote myself to making it ever better-for
both of us, and the children as well.
I won't get smaltzy ('cause I know you don't like that!) but-simply say
"Thank you" with all the depth of feeling that can be-attached to
those simple words.
I intend for us to grow old together, to prosper, and to never be-alone.
Here's to the rest of our lives!
All my love, ALWAYS,
Melanie
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Dear Son,
You truly are a special boy! How many fathers could go through-what I
have, and still enjoy the love and sharing with their son,-the way I do? You
are the sunshine of my life.
Now that I'm back, my focus will be much more on family, and less-on
myself. So look for more trips and outings, more family games-and
activities, and more time between father and son!
Thank you for being accepting, and thank you for being you!
Love,
Dad
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January 19th, 1992
I'm back and I'm better than ever! There was very little-bleeding from
the surgery at all phases. In fact, I was on-Light Days mini pads before I
left the hospital. My roomie,-unfortunately, was a gusher.
Dr. Biber's work is amazing!!! When the stitches are all gone, no-one
will be able to tell I wasn't born this way. I knew he was-good, but he's
absolutely a magician!
Dilating for me was very easy the first time. No pain (on the-small
dilator) and after about five minutes, the sexual sensation-was so strong, I
had to start rocking my hips! You know, that-was what amazed me the most: I
woke up from surgery, everything-on the outside of the body was numb, but I
could already feel the-warm glow of sensuality from deep within. How DOES he
do-that?!?!
The train ride was wonderful! Sleeper compartments are a-MUST!!! The lady
who is the "dorm mother" for that car, brought-a blanket and
sheet, and tucked me in the night I was returning. -COZY!!!
My most favorite time was having meals in the diner car. Since I-was
alone, I was placed at a table with other by the conductor to-save space.
And, bless his heart, at dinner he sat me next to a-handsome young single
guy on his way to Flagstaff. I spent all-dinner flirting!
Dilating became harder as I was farther removed from the effects-of the
packing. But I was prepared! When I got home, I saw that-the vibrator I had
ordered had arrived by mail. Last night,-while the family slept, I tried it
before the Biber dilator, and-it opened everything up with no pain or
discomfort at all. The-Biber dilator slipped in with no problem after
getting things-"warmed up"!
January 23, 1992
I've finally regained my strength after that first day back to-work.
Yesterday, I ended up taking a nap for an hour on the-couch in the meeting
room at work, then two more naps at home-before finally going to bed at 11
pm.
Am I being treated any differently at work? It's hard to say. I-sense
some small difference, sort of like my co-workers have-stopped holding back
the final five percent of acceptance, just-in case I had changed my mind.
But the effect is so subtle, and-I was accepted so well before surgery, that
it could just be my-imagination. Certainly, nothing substantive is
noticeable.
As for myself, with Chris' help, I was so together before I left-for
surgery that there have been no fireworks or "yippee!"s in my-own
attitude either. Rather, it is more just the absence of-worrying about my
gender vs. my sex anymore. Clearly, whatever-body map with which my brain
was encoded is much more aligned to-this form than the other. And only now
that I have something to-compare with do I realize how uncomfortable I was
with the other-equipment.
I had my first pelvic at my doctor's on Monday, and since he is-the local
authority on TS folk, it was pleasant to hear his-praise of Biber's work.
That Trinidad guy really IS a genius!
January 25, 1992
It's 7:15 AM on Saturday morning. All the family is asleep, save-me. In
about an hour, it'll be exactly one week since I pulled-into the station and
returned home to Mary, the kids, and the-rest of my life. What a wonderful
and pleasant time it is to-reflect, wordlessly on the twisting, precarious
journey that-brought me through the cliffs and chasms to the peaceful valley
I-now call my home.
Yesterday was our sixteenth anniversary. Of course, with all the-goings
on of the last week, I forgot! But that was not a large-sin 'round here, as
when we went shopping last nite, I bought a-whole cornucopia of Mary's
favorite goodies at the supermarket,-and she nearly glowed with the
attention.
The house is a wreck, the yard is a mess, the finances are in-disarray,
but I'm back now, and while the others sleep, I'll be-cleaning, organizing,
and making breakfast, so they can awaken to-house in order.
It's amazing that it is only two weeks since surgery, and already-I'm
essentially back to 100%. Biber truly is a genius/saint. -The best part is,
already I feel like I was this way all my-life. The whole package clearly
fills some indefinable "body-expectation" that my brain had always
carried.
I am beginning to see small, subtle, slowly moving changes in my-friends,
co-workers, and myself now. The sexual tension is-gradually building up
between me and the men folk at work. And I-think we're all enjoying it. It's
kind of like before surgery,-they didn't think of me as a man, but hadn't
classed me as a-woman yet either. I was a category unto myself: accepted,
a-friend, but neither fish nor fowl (although possibly FOUL!)
Now, they are accepting me as the genuine article, and they don't-even
know they are doing it. It is such a gradual shift that it-completely
escapes their consideration, as well it should!
January 25, 1992
I can see how attitudes toward men (and attitudes toward self)-will
gradually change with time. I wonder what it will be like-to think of myself
as part of a particular group? I mean, I-never felt part of the group of
men, so I didn't identify with-them. Then, during transition, I didn't feel
completely part of-the group called women, since it was only internally
true, not-externally. I did feel like me, however, but that is just a-group
of one.
But now I can feel the embryonic tuggings of a new self-image. -Nothing
strong enough to define yet, but just edging in on the-fringe of my
awareness. By others, I was completely accepted, at-least in any way I could
measure. But allowing myself to feel-part of any group? A new concept for
me!
If there is a "them", there must be an "us".
My feelings toward men, I'm sure, will lag slightly behind my-feelings
toward women. For as I allow myself to drop my final-isolationist
protectionism and admit, "I am one of us" in a very-basic,
emotional way, I will see myself for the first time as not-unique, but
similar to others.
To truly have a peer group: what does that feel like? I'm eager-to find
out. But things of this nature cannot be rushed, and-will come in their own
time.
January 28, 1992
The one thing I was always afraid of was choosing NOT to follow-the path
to wherever it led, then laying on my death bed-wondering... wondering....
Well, of course, that is no longer a fear on my part. The hard-part is
when you make that leap of faith as they wheel you-through the operating
room doors, having no way to be sure if you-are making the right choice, but
only being sure that the other-choice hasn't worked for you.
The best part is when you wake up and realize that as you search-your
soul, on THIS side of the leap of faith, all doubt is gone. -You KNOW you
made the right choice. But you'll never be able to-see that before the leap.
That is WHY it's a LEAP of FAITH.
You can't make that leap; you SHOULD NOT make that leap until you-have
explored all other alternatives to be sure that the answer-does not lie
elsewhere. You still can't be sure it lies beyond-surgery, but you CAN be
sure it is not on this side. So, maybe-there is no answer for you: like a
blind man who wants sight, but-it is physically impossible.
Sometimes there really ARE things that are mutually exclusive,-and
problems that really can't be solved. But they will NEVER be-solved on this
side of the leap. Only by taking that blind step do we even have a chance.