Facelift

Time for me to update the blog to reflect my new facial appearance.
Old New
The docs still don't know why this is happening, but it's now pretty clear that I'm going to have to change certain data items on my passport.
Like eye colour. Name. Sex.

The only treatment possible is to hurry things along, and make them more complete. Thankfully, Carmel is taking this in her stride. Good job I was always in favour of same sex marriage. Well, the vows did say "For Better, For Worse, For Richer, For Poorer, in Sickness and in Health."

Lest anyone think this is some terrible tragedy, just look at my expression in the "New" photo. One theory for the change - as good as any other - is that my body is responding to a deep need I've had for ages. I don't know if that's true, I was never fanatical about being female, it was just something I felt I should have been, but had to bow to reality. A lifelong dream, but then again, I had a lifelong dream about being an astronaut too.

Another theory is that the biological changes to the brain as part of this syndrome meant that I was better able to accept it. Certainly I wasn't fanatical about femininity before, but now I am, it's not a "nice to have" any more, it's a need, typical Gender Dysphoria. To over-simplify, that has only 3 possible outcomes : go completely bonkers, suicide, or transition. There's no other therapy that has ever worked. Now I went bonkers a long time ago, suicide isn't my style, and so it's no 3 for me. As the councillor at the Gender Centre in Sydney told me, she'd seen the same syndrome in "Several other transsexual women". It took me a while to get my head around that, and accept my situation. But now I'm revelling in it.

Howver... now would be a really, really good time to hit the Tip Jar. I'm looking at possibly $50,000 of medical expenses as the result of this, after insurance and Medicare. And every little bit helps, I have nowhere near that much available.

We now resume our normal programming.