Posts Tagged ‘telling’

Hysterectomy scheduled!

Posted: August 16, 2011 in FTM
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So I am scheduled to have my hysterectomy next Wednesday! Finally to be rid of this hateful thing. I don’t like it and it doesn’t like me. The time has come to have it taken out. I was surprised that they would be so ready to take out so quickly. I have tried many different things to make it not hurt, but nothing has worked. I have tried birth control, progesterone, pain killers, and nothing worked or even came close to making it not hurt. I am completely happy with this step in my transition!

So I had a job interview Saturday. I usually don’t disclose my trans status since I am in a right to work state. Or as I like to call it “right to fire state”. Anyways this company is know for having a completely accepting policy and is all for equal rights. So it worked in my favor to tell at least the person who interviewed me who I am.

So everything is going pretty well. Hope it stays this way.

My friend Ariel King had to do a paper about an interesting person. I was very surprised when I she asked me. She sent me the paper and am very proud of her work. Below is the paper as she turned it in to her class.

FTM (Female to Male)

“I had a very rude awakening when my niece asked if I was a boy. I have been asked this all my life and it was someone in my family and a child that made this question so difficult. It was there I knew I could no longer be ‘Beth’. So this is when I became Seth.”

On a recent Sunday morning, Seth Dunlap sat at a table in IHOP sipping a cup of coffee and reflecting on his decision to transition from female to male. To those who do not know him, Dunlap looks like a typical 25-year-old man. He is wearing a long-sleeved, maroon and gold T-shirt from the University of Louisiana at Monroe, jeans and K-Swiss tennis shoes. He has blue eyes and short, dark hair. Each of his forearms is emblazoned with a tattoo. One arm depicts a treble clef symbol, and the other bears a bass clef. Standing at 5 feet 7 inches tall, he has the stocky, muscular build of an athlete a remnant from his days on various sports teams. He is the picture of masculinity and although he may now look similar to the boys he grew up playing football and baseball with, he was born a woman. He was Beth Dunlap. Beth was tall, curvy and had long curly hair. Beth was attractive, but when she wore a dress or makeup, it was obvious that that she was uncomfortable and did these things only because they were expected of her.

Although his appearance has changed quite a bit since then, Dunlap has remained the bubbly, funny and sweet individual that people have always enjoyed being around. Many transgender individuals become hostile and short with people that are uninformed about the politically correct terms used for transgender individuals, but not Dunlap. He understands that most people are not aware of the expectations the transgender community has for its treatment and what the members of this society prefer to be referred to as. Therefore, instead of becoming offended, he politely corrects people when they use the wrong pronoun or term. He also is willing, almost eager, to share his story when others insist they just want to be left alone. He wants to allow others to witness his transition and become informed which makes him even more endearing.

Seth got his name when he was still “Beth” from a friend who joked that he acted like a boy and therefore needed a boy name. The name and idea stuck with Dunlap who has been on the journey to his new gender identity since 2009. It was then that he decided to take the steps necessary to become to society who he felt he had always been on the inside.

While enjoying a breakfast of pancakes and coffee, Dunlap recollected that he first noticed he was different at the age of 5. “I definitely feel like I was born in the wrong body,” Dunlap said. “I remember as a kid always playing with little boys. I liked Ninja Turtles and Ghostbusters. I never understood why I couldn’t run around without my shirt like the guys.” As the years went on, she continued to feel uncomfortable as a female. In high school, Beth was bullied for being a lesbian when she identified as straight. She came out as bisexual in college. Upon discovering that the lesbian community was not as open to bisexuals as to lesbians, she came out as a lesbian. Dunlap then came out as transgender in 2009 and currently identifies as bisexual.

According to statistics from Youth Pride Inc., gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender youth are two to three times more likely to attempt suicide than their heterosexual peers and 33.2 percent of transgender youth have attempted suicide. Dunlap is no stranger to these statistics and also entertained the idea of suicide as a teen. He was bullied in high school for being gay long before he identified as a lesbian, but he stated that this treatment was not what caused the suicidal feelings he experienced. He said that  these feelings came from being uncomfortable in his own skin. “I definitely felt like I did not fit in. I never knew why,” said Dunlap. “It was depressing to not know why I felt betrayed by my body.” He added that after coming out as transgender and starting the process to become male, he no longer feels suicidal.

He went on to address the misconception that sexual orientation and gender are separate issues. Dunlap said, “People are finally starting to understand that sexuality is fluid and not binary. It’s the same thing with gender. Gender is not binary. It is not male and it is not just female. We all fit in how masculine or how feminine we are.”

His sexual orientation was not a factor in his decision to transition. He is open to a relationship with a straight woman as well as with a gay man, but chose not to date while focusing on the transgender process and his own needs.

Seth began his process of transitioning from female to male in 2009. Transgender individuals can be divided into subcategories and the process they undergo is dependant on what their desired outcome is. In addition to the option of surgically altering one’s appearance, there are people who fall into the category of “genderqueer” and identify as neither male nor female and individuals who cross-dress which is the act of dressing in the clothing of the opposite sex. Seth is part of the transgender community that desires to completely transition and be recognized socially, physically and legally as the opposite gender.

This is an intense process and requires the person to seek medical treatment in order to achieve their physical goals. According to the website http://www.transgendered-soul.com, the first step necessary is to join a support group while adjusting to the changes presented when adjusting to a new identity. Like most of the transgender men, who are women that choose to transition to male, he began dressing like a man and assumed the identity of a man at the beginning of this process. Many transgender men use devices like chest binders that reduce the appearance of their breasts and “stand-to-pee” devices. A stand-to-pee device is often a medicine spoon with a hole puncture at the end that transgender men use to learn how to urinate standing up and to allow them use men’s public bathrooms. Transitioning from female-to-male and from male-to-female are completely separate processes, but both require individuals to participate in therapy to ensure that they are prepared to undergo gender reassignment and once this is verified by a therapist, they are then able to begin hormone therapy. Seth is now at this point in his treatment.

Dunlap is now taking testosterone. The hormone is given in the form of shots intermuscular shots that must be administered at home once every two weeks and are injected into the thigh muscle. Although the idea of having to endure shots on a regular basis would frighten most people, Dunlap said that they are virtually painless and the results have been worth the small amount of pain he has experienced. He has begun to see the physical changes he hoped for. His body has filled out and he has experienced a 20-pound muscle increase. Dunlap now has a deeper voice and has developed body and facial hair. Dunlap proudly said, “I pass as a male now almost 95 percent of the time now.” Although he has made significant progress, Dunlap’s transition is not yet complete. Dunlap will continue taking testosterone for the rest of his life. He does not intend to have surgery to create male genitalia because the current options are very expensive and not functional. He does however plan to have surgery to remove his feminine chest but since this procedure is not covered by insurance, he must postpone this step in his transition until he is able to pay for the medical expenses. He also would like to have his name and gender marker changed, which would change his gender on public records from female to male and give him the opportunity to be legally recognized as a man.

Dunlap is now living his life in a new town as a man. When he goes out in public, people refer to him as “sir” and he is treated as a man. Through this process, he is now able to look in the mirror and see himself as the gender that he has always been on the inside.

So I just got back from the gyn doctor. I was upset cause this doctor has been nothing short of amazing when it has come to my gender identity. So I asked him if he knew of anyone in this town that would do HRT (hormone replacement therapy). Nope not in this town. Damn small town. He said try Shreveport.

Well I had found a phone number for a Dr. Saucier on one of the trans sites I go to. I figured it had to be wrong. Cause no one in the Bible belt would actually do this. So I called. Sure enough he actually does see transgender patients. Small catch is you have to have a psychiatrist refer you. But I can get that. So as soon as I can get that ball rolling.

I’m so close, but still so far away. I was about in tears when I got told no one in this little town would do it. Hopefully soon you will hear me scream when I get my T script.

Surviving Son…

Posted: March 16, 2010 in FTM
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The inevitable happened Sunday at 12:30. My father passed away. A sense of relief has come over me now. To know he is in a better place.

After being handed the paper to fill out for the obituary, I realized I didn’t want to be labeled as a surviving daughter. I know I’m not that. So I asked someone on youtube that had just lost his dad. He answered me very quickly. With the answer of if my family doesn’t care just put who I am and no one should ask questions.

So I have been listed as the third son. It makes me feel so much better.

I don’t have much time right now, but I thought everyone should know how it’s going or not going.

Arthur D. Dunlap, 76

Arthur David Dunlap of West Monroe, a retired engineer, died Sunday. Services are 1 p.m. Thursday at Messiah Lutheran Church in Monroe. Burial is in Mulhearn Memorial Park. Visitation is 5-8 p.m. Wednesday at Kilpatrick Funeral Home in Monroe.

I have made the choice to start the 12 step program of Co-dependents Anonymous. One thing I feel that is keeping me from truly being happy, well is myself. But mostly not being able to be comfortable with just myself. I need this. I’ve been needing this for a long time. I must face my problems head on. This first step is going to be completely hard. But the most important.

“We admitted we were powerless over others – that our lives had become unmanageable.”

If I don’t get a handle of me soon, I will soon fail out of school. I’m on the edge of my sanity and what I feel is what I can manage. Step 2 I need to work in tantum with Step 1.

“Came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.”

I know I can do all things through Christ. Wish me luck as I start a new path.

I’m not a fan of the holidays. I never have been. Coming from a small family it’s no different than any other day. Except lots of food.

I’ll start off with the good. Yesterday was interesting. I got up a the crack of the dawn to leave the Boro. I got into Funroe around four. I had a good time. Hung out with friends. I still smile thinking about it.

Now the bad. It’s more of a bad joke. I was in the kitchen with my mom talking about jokes people have made about me. Then I started telling her about the Piccnollo jokes. I said I didn’t want to be made out of wood, just a real boy. My mom dead pan looks at me and says “No you just want wood”. I laughed hysterically for five minutes. It was a good one that I had to share on here.

Different bad… My brother is a big dick (couldn’t come up with anything better or worse). I asked him in October when I was home for fall break to call me Seth. He looked at me and just said no. And to this day refuses to talk about it or even acknowledge it.

Now for the ugly. Two things here. First FML. I hate being female and nothing makes me more aware of this mother nature showing up a week early. So I have to make an appointment Monday to see the GYN to start the ball on having surgery. And of course the one that I have talked to about all this is here in Monroe.

Second, harsh truths are hard to swallow no matter how prepared. My dad is 76 and has dementia. I know that his days are numbered. I was home in October. This time when I walked inside he didn’t recognize me. At all. I cried. There is no way to prepare yourself for that. I had to leave home and go stay with a friend. Now I’m lost and very afraid.

I hate the holidays.

So I finally set up an appointment with a therapist. On Monday at noon, I go in to do an interview and to take an MMPI. (Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Index) I hope it doesn’t say I’m some crazy ass borderline. Anyways, I finally got an answer back and we’ll see what this does.

TMI Update: I got my packer in on Saturday. It feels really awesome to wear it. I don’t know how to describe the sensation it brings, but it feels like I’m on step closer than I have been.

Funny, I don’t pack or bind on a regular basis. But I pass about 75% of the time. It makes me feel good to walk into places and get called sir without any questions. It’s nice.

I told my mom that I wanted my name legally changed for Christmas. I should of just told her to shoot me in the head. She nearly came unglued. I didn’t think before I said it either. I just thought it would be easier to graduate with Seth on my diploma than Grace. Speaking of graduating, I’m filing my intent to graduate this week for December 2010. 7 1/2 years of my life and I’ll finally have a Bachelor of Science. Four majors and two schools I’ll finally graduate with over 190 hours. I know it’s a bit ridiculous.

Lately I’ve been getting messages and I thought I would just be completely blunt about what I want from my transition. And Name issues and pronoun issues.

First off, I have not legally done anything to change my name. But that will happen. If not over Christmas break then over next summer break. Next I am working towards taking male hormones. This has be slowed by funds. I’m a broke college student. But this will happen, I’m hoping by Christmas.

Next, I do bind my chest down. Granted I don’t do it often because I have arthritis in my sternum. So crunch my ribs is a little painful, but quite worth it. With this, I do intend to have chest surgery. I want Dr. Garramone to do it. I’ve seen his work. But he is based in Florida. The plus is he is an amazing surgeon.

Ok, so now here’s the fun question. Bottom surgery. Well I would like to do this surgery but don’t know when I will have the 50k to drop on this. But I will have a hysterectomy soon. Insurance will pay for this and not to mention it’s painful to keep it in. I’m not going to use it. I’ve come to terms with that a long time ago. I don’t want to have children that have bipolar and fibromyalgia.

Now the name thing. I’m SETH! Male pronouns. But I did get a great question. What about the past tense? I say I’ve always been Seth. I just didn’t know it until now. So he fits, even when you are talking about me in a dress or formals when I went with a boy. This is not something I’ve just started to feel. This is a lifelong thing. I just now have the guts to open up and tell everyone and myself who I am.

So I left Thursday after class to go back to Monroe. I needed the weekend to spend some time with family and friends. So I picked up my dog and drove home.

I showed up Saturday morning to setup and participate in the Choral Alumni and homecoming. Of course everyone’s main question was “what’s up with the name change?” Really? I changed it one facebook a month ago. But most people were just wondering what to call me and about the pronouns. I was kind of surprised that they actually cared enough to ask.

After spending a good two hours in the sun, I was sun burned and glad to go back inside. We later went out to eat as an alumni group. I got to set next to my best friend and a friend from high school. I haven’t really sat down and talked to her in quite a while. But it was something I needed. She is working on getting her master’s in counseling. I sat and talked to her about how great it felt to move away from the judgment that is Monroe. Also talked about my transition to her. I talked about my apprehensions of doing therapy to get my “t” letter. Amazingly after this conversation, I have decided to quit worrying about it and just do it. For some reason she put me at peace for it.

On my way home, I had to stop to go pee and let the dog out. So at rest stops, I don’t think it is wise to go into the male restroom when you’re not binding or anything. So I go into the woman’s restroom. It would have been fine except for me walking out. I have my hat flipped backwards and I’m wearing my shorts. Another woman walks in and does a double take at me and then backed up a couple of steps to look at the sign for the restroom. I really hate that. The look of death. It’s funny now, but then I didn’t think so.

Well, now I’m back to school and working hard. Medicine Update: I’m now on Buspar and weening off the Klonopin. Hopefully this will help with the anxiety. We’ll see.

Passing and telling all my friends…

Posted: September 7, 2009 in FTM
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Wow today has been one heck of a day. First off this morning I was awake and couldn’t go back to sleep so I got up and went to Starbucks for so coffee before church. While I was there, there were these two guys sitting next to me talking about football. When one of them asked about the LSU game, I told him that LSU had won. It also helped that this morning before I went to get coffee, I had watched Sportscenter. I had also seen the Iowa game highlight of the two blocked field goals. Well, after sitting there talking about most of the college games from yesterday, the conversation went on to little league. I never played little league, but I had played baseball (not softball) for a season with a bunch of boys. The guy straight up asked me if I had played little league. Going with it I said yes and told him I was lucky to have a coach that didn’t do a bunch of screaming. A little later, the guy started talking about the Oregon, Boise St. game were a player punched another player after the game was over. I told him the coaches told us never to take our helmets off until we were off the field. After a “have a good one” and a head nod, I had done it. I passed completely without question.

It gets better. So after coffee I went to church. I go to a “gay” church. I had already emailed Rev. Judi and told her about my experiences of the summer and that I wanted to go by Seth. Not missing a beat said she couldn’t wait for me to be back in church and said it wouldn’t be a problem. We have name badges and she took mine to be redone. So after talking to a few members of the congregation, I left feeling really up beat.

So, the last thing of the day was my meeting with my sisters. I decided since today had gone so well that I would just go out there and say it. Some sisters gave me hugs. Others gave me great words of encouragement. They are some of the best ladies! A few had questions. I was so relieved to finally tell them. I feel like a great weight has been lifted off my shoulders now. Many of them started to call me Seth immediately.

I needed today. I have the best friends in the world. Unconditional acceptance was all I experienced today. It was amazing.