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It’s been a while!

August 18th, 2010

Woah, it’s definatley been a while! Hello there, I’m still alive I promise! Everything has just been so busy that the blog has kind of taken a back seat! So… where am I now?

I got over it!

Not long after my last video post I completely came off the anti depressants and have been just getting on with life completely! Don’t really need to say anything else there… it does exactly what it says on the tin! Obviously its not that simple and life isn’t always perfect, but who does have a perfect life?

I got me a job!

Not long after my last post at the end of April, I got a job! I’m now working for a well known budget hotel company on the reception. It’s amazing to be back in work and the novelty still hasn’t worn off! It’s truly amazing just how “normal” I am taken to be.. I love it!

I climbed Snowdon!

Me not looking so good

On the way up Snowdon, I look rather rough!

Well what have I been doing? Apart from work I have been doing so much and managing to constantly fill my free time. I’ve done so much walking around, I even climbed Snowdon! Yes, Snowdon is rather high but we made it. We arrived at the bottom to find it misty and wet, but we still went for it. The walk started out quite easy but soon got quite rocky and very wet. It was rather amusing that in the beginning we were trying to avoid walking through puddles and mud and things, but by the end none of us cared and just trudged up! It took us a little over 3 hours (I think) and at the top I went a bit crazy! I’m not sure if it was the thin air or just how knackered I was but I was struggling to concentrate and form proper sentences. Me and Lianne got sent back down on the train while the others walked… I feel guilty for that!

Soul Survivor

In the main meeting at Soul Survivor

This was just what I needed, for some time I’ve been drifting further and further away from God. Clare offered me one of her spare places since someone wasn’t going anymore, and I jumped at the chance, even though I was rather scared. I was worried about how people would react to me being there. As it turns out I had nothing to worry about, everyone was great and apart from the usual funny looks it went well!

12,000 young people in a field in Somerset… God did awesome things while I was there, He has made my todo list even longer (as if it wasn’t long enough already). I am now much closer to Him again, which I am glad of, and I know exactly where I need to go from here, I just need to put it all into action!

The Future

OK, so I don’t usually plan that far ahead, but I have so much planned and so little free time… God has put a few things on my heart which I want to see through, which will be difficult for me because it involves me doing things I have never considered myself able to do! Please pray for me :-)

Anyway, for now that’s it, sorry this wasn’t really a post of any substance, more of an update of where I am! Here are some pictures of what I’ve been doing over the past few months!

Out at the pub with friends

Went to Wales on holiday

Went to Alton Towers and got scared

Been on a random beach near Cardiff

Spent far too much time in Wales

Visited big waterfalls, twice!

Went camping and survived

And drove far too much!

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Video: Welcome to me!

April 28th, 2010

My first attempt at video blogging! Just a bit of an introduction really.

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A little bit of confidence?

April 12th, 2010

I really need a new laptop! This one is really struggling these days, but then again, who can blame it… it’s exactly one million bazillion decades old!

Anyway, I figured I’d scribble a few thoughts on confidence, since its one of the things that has “hit me” recently, in both good and bad ways. Do I have confidence? Yes and no, lots of it, but not much at all. It depends on what context. I have incredible amounts of confidence in who I am, but near enough zero confidence in what I do (unless you add alcohol, but that’s another story!)

I’ve never really been a “confident” person, throughout school I was always the quiet one. Once you are stuck in that frame of mind it’s a difficult thing to get out of, so that was basically what defined me at school. One of the things I developed while working in retail was  ”fake” confidence, if that makes any sense. You turn into seemingly a different person, entirely fake. I dislike fake confidence, I dislike any kind of fake personality but sadly to get anywhere in the world you need to look like you are confident.

Fake confidence also helps to convince the world that you are perfectly OK. When you don’t want people around you to know that inside you are actually falling to bits. You even manage to convince yourself that all is well, which may seem like a good thing but it really isn’t, it’s just glossing over the problems, like tidying a room and shoving all the rubbish under a rug.

So, in what areas am I truly confident? I am very confident in myself, I  have to be. It’s not an easy pathway being trans, it takes a lot of  confidence to take steps out into the world, knowing full well that you don’t pass. I have really surprised myself in that respect, anyone who knew me back in my younger years will know that I have actually achieved a personal impossibility.

Where do I struggle? When I’m around people I don’t know that well, I regress back into that childhood state of quietness, with my inner self fighting with me to escape. I will stay that way until I’m totally comfortable, which isn’t a quick process, it can take months for me to get to a point where I feel I’m truly able to express my “inner personality”, because of that, most people I ever meet never really get to meet “me”

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Defining moments

March 24th, 2010

Oops, has it really been that long? Sorry :(

I was just looking through the logs, and I noticed one particular search term that cropped up.. “what self harm do you regret the most”. Now, I have never really answered that here, so no idea how they got here! Add to this, I was listening to the radio the other night and they were discussing “what was your defining moment in life?” I can answer both of these in one related blog post I think!

I regret cutting the most, I’m left with the scars as a constant reminder of the hell that I went through in that period. Every time I look down at my arms, its just there, and its so damn obvious. Other people still notice. When you do these things, you don’t think of the consequences. If I knew then what I see now, I think that *may* have been a big enough deterrent to stop me doing it. Seriously, if you ever find yourself in a position where you want to cut, please try to think about how you will feel a few years down the line, it may be enough to put you off.

I don’t regret my suicide attempts, they turned into a defining moment (“turning point”). OK, maybe not the first one, to be honest that is all a bit of a blur in a time of my life that I generally gloss over. The most recent however resulted in me completely re-evaluating my life and where I was going, ultimately resulting in my transition to the girl I am now. I wonder, if I had never taken that overdose, would I have made this much progress? I know what I’m like, I would have kept putting things off and never got round to it. It’s weird how the really bad things in life can bring such good outcomes!

Anyway, its been so long since my last post, so where am I in my journey? Well, last you heard I was just starting hormones. So much has happened since then, well actually not a lot, but it feels like a lot! I’ve started having laser treatment on my face to remove the hairs… its damn painful but worth it! I’m just recovering from the second session, only four more to go! Apparently the improvement to my face after the first session was the best they’ve ever seen, which can only be a good thing!

Still no sign of a job, though I should be starting some volunteer work at a local charity shop soon. I’m looking forward to that, finally something to fill my time. Right now I’m in the middle of a bad day, but I’m sure I’ll get over it, I always do. I think fear of not achieving anything is probably my biggest problem right now.

Natasha Bedingfield – Unwritten

OK, its been a while since I’ve included a song at the end of one of my posts. This song I attach to some old memories, some good memories :) The words are also encouraging to look towards the future.

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Sex change at 16 and the media

January 26th, 2010

Another case of another young transsexual and another case of the media being complete tits. I’m sorry, but give them a case like this and they all jump on it like flies.

Do people out there really think that the NHS would be giving this girl an opportunity to have the operation, if they weren’t sure it was appropriate. It’s difficult enough to get them to say yes even when you are older! Jumping through all the hoops that the NHS set for you is more than enough time for someone to work out if this is the right path for them or not.

Take for example, the need to live in the female role for 2 years, I suspect that within a few months of starting the real life experience (RLE), most people will know if they are doing the right thing, and if they aren’t then they will make a quick and tactical exit, returning to normal-ish life. A child of 16 will be doing this real life experience through their time at school or college, we all know that can be a cruel place even for normal people, she will be going through hell! Think about that and then honestly say you don’t think she knows what she wants.

The Daily Mail:

Mark Wallance, from the TaxPayers’ Alliance, added: ‘The NHS must prioritise better to get the most effective results from its resources.

‘When there are people dying of cancer who are told the drugs they need are too expensive, it is wrong to be funding less urgent procedures like this. Saving lives should come at the very top of the list.’

Get off your high horse Mr Wallace, I highly doubt the NHS are condemning anyone else to death as a result of funding sex change operations, I’m sure given half a chance you’d love to have a good moan that the NHS treat people who have other non life threatening problems. Then again, I’m sure if it was one of your loved ones involved in this, the story would be different, its easy to snipe as an uninvolved random with absolutely no knowledge of these things. The fact of the matter is that as a general rule of thumb, anyone who can afford to get treatment privately, go down the private route anyway, the NHS service is terrible and I’m sure its designed to put people off. Do you really feel that those less well off who need the NHS more than those with pockets of cash should be deprived?

A bit of research into this Mark Wallace bloke throws up this profile on the Tax Payers Alliance site. He seems pretty well off, so is probably slightly annoyed at having to pay more tax than us peasants, shame. Presumably if he was ever diagnosed with anything, he’d go private… good riddance! In general the Tax Payers alliance seems like one of those annoying groups who always stick their nose in whenever it isn’t wanted to offer an opinion nobody wants to hear and who look after the interests of nobody who they claim to!

And yes, I am hopefully soon having the op on the NHS, and yes, if I could afford it, the first thing I’d do was go private. We haven’t all had the start in life that Mr Wallace has had.

Sorry for the rant! (Oh and for all those lovely journalists writing those articles, its only polite to refer to someone in their desired gender)

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Good news at last!

January 24th, 2010

I mentioned in my last post that I didn’t feel like I was getting any closer to receiving any hormones, well someone must have read it, as on Friday I was picking up the prescription from the chemist!

It wasn’t supposed to be a good day, the flat tyre I got while driving to the doctors kinda suggested that one. Oh well, arrive at the doctors, stuff the flat tyre, sort that when I come out. Book in on the waiting room computer thingy, don’t even get a chance to sit down, get called through. Good, I don’t like waiting in waiting rooms. Walk in to the docs room and she tells me the good news, I’m over the moon, as you would be :)

Walk out with a lovely bit of paper, damn, the magical tyre fairies didn’t come out and fix it while I was in there. Double damn, spare is flat too. Phone a friend with a footpump, she comes out and I pump up the tyre, stays inflated, always a good thing :)

So obviously I have a puncture, it wouldn’t go as flat as it did for no reason, so take it to Tyre Sales where 3 men spend about 30 mins looking at it, only to find no puncture, so they put it back on. While I’m there I get them to do the spare instead, at which point they notice the problem with the other tyre, so they then take it back off and fix this! After all that, two tyres fixed, they insist on not charging me! Great stuff, I could get used to this!

So yes, a day that started out bad, turned good, then the original thing that was bad, ended up being good! :)

Emotionally, I’m terrified, absolutely terrified, in a good way. This is essentially step one of the process. Everything that has happened so far has only been the preparations. Imagine your first day at work in your dream job, you’d still be scared wouldn’t you? Even though its something you really want to do. That’s how I feel now.

And on that chocolate covered bombshell, its time to sleep! Friday was quite literally the first day of the rest of my life :)

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Where am I?

January 15th, 2010

Well, hello there! Long time no speak. Yeah, I know I’ve been bad and not updated, sorry! I’ll make up for it… maybe not now, but one day in the future. Anyway, where am I? Lets ask the satnav… Where am I?

No, that actually seems to be quite useless. No change there then.

I made this post in November regarding the NHS being really awkward about prescribing me hormones. Unfortunately I haven’t got any further, well it doesn’t feel like it anyway. I’ve spoke to several people on the phone who try to sound like they know what they are talking about, but in reality it sounds like they don’t. The last I heard was that the PCT were bickering over who should fund it. In *theory* I should get a phone call sometime this week, and apparently it should be good news, but given this is the NHS we are talking about, I won’t get my hopes up. I’ll probably have to phone up next week and ask why they didn’t call me.

So that’s that! Since my last post, both Christmas and New Year happened. Happy Christmas and New Year to everyone, even if its slightly belated! I had an annoying Christmas, I always love the run up to it, but then on the day its just bleh. I’m sure I’m not the only one who felt like that. I had far too much to drink for new year, to be honest I only have vague recollections of it! I think a fight kicked off outside the pub just before midnight, so I don’t think anyone really noticed!

Very white up here

Oh yes, we have had the snow… lots and lots of snow. Anyone would think it was the end of the world, yet I’m still here, so that must just be silly. Since everyone always shares pictures of what snow looks like, here is what it was like on top of the Lickey Hills, its a bit white isn’t it? So I made a complete fool of myself slipping over, but that is beyond the point!

See... even Bristol managed to be clear!

I can confirm, that despite what everyone was telling everyone, the roads were perfectly fine. Even in the middle of the night! You may be surprised to hear this, but yes they were gritted and clear. Even in Bristol, which is known worldwide for being evil and making me get lost, you could still drive, here is another picture to prove it :) Notice how I attempt to be artistic and get the Clifton Bridge in the shot, failing miserably. But please don’t moan, its not very often I put pictures into posts, and there are 3 of them here!

So all in all, I haven’t worked out where I am, but I’ve kind of had fun over the past couple of months regardless. There have been a few ups and downs, but that is life. I have a few new years resolutions and cunning plans which I won’t reveal yet, as it is all top secret! :)

Oh go on, since the snow is starting to go away now, here is one more pretty picture from a few weeks ago…

Happy 2010 all!

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A little common sense perhaps?

December 15th, 2009

Sorry for the random post!

Why is it that people seem to have forgotten the concept of common sense? Everyone just seems to drone around in their own little world thinking they will be protected! Sorry but it just doesn’t work like that. Life is tough sometimes, if you don’t apply even a little bit of common sense, you’ll get hurt.

It’s the whole compensation culture, it has ripped every ounce of common sense from every human being in the country. It doesn’t matter if they are stupid because they can just blame someone else, and get rich from it. The really really sad fact is that it works, where there is blame there’s a claim and all that rubbish.

Sometimes, just sometimes (OK, so most of the time), the blame doesn’t lie with anybody else but yourself. You did something stupid, you fell off that ladder because you didn’t secure it properly. You fell into the hole because you weren’t looking where you were going. You fell off your bike because you weren’t paying attention. You decided to cross the road without looking. Get the idea? All acts of stupidity! Just take the blame, accept that you were a numpty, put it down to experience, move on and get on with your life!

Common sense makes the world go round (well at least it used to)

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The Storm

December 5th, 2009

This post carries on from The “Fresh Start”

Ok, I had got through the worst, but I couldn’t stay around where I was, too many memories, too much rubbish. Being in the flat on my own after everything that had happened, while it was a relief, it wasn’t pleasant. My cars engine had gone kaboom, so I couldn’t really go far, but I had to. In the end I forked out for a new engine and moved over to a village on the edge of Coventry.

That might sound fairly random, but it isn’t, honest! My best friend was already living there so it made quite a bit of sense. The commute to work was a nightmare though, 40 miles each way through some of the worst traffic the midlands can throw at you! As expected with a commute like that, I didn’t stay working there for that much longer, instead I got a job in the local pub and moved in above it. Perfect! Essentially my lounge had its own bar, pool table, massive screen and endless seating!

Life wasn’t that rosy though, inside I was still hurting, quite badly. I was learning to bottle things up inside, not show my emotions, get on with life. Occasionally it’d all break down and become too much, but the next day I just start filling up the bottle again. I wasn’t cutting at this time, it was too public, too many people around who could notice, I didn’t want to have to deal with all the questions. I had to do something though, kind of release the pain I was feeling. I started to starve myself, to be honest, I did a terrible job of it, I love food too much. I’d give in and eat, then throw up, then starve, then give in, throw up.. etc… I don’t think I had an eating disorder, I think it was more to do with my state of mind at the time. I don’t know, maybe it was an eating disorder, meh, its just another label to add to another of lifes problems I guess.

I went to see a doctor, I knew I was just plain wrong, he put me back on anti depressants and sent me away. He must have been worried though, one night at the pub two random men walk in, asking if I’m here. Obviously, two men work into somewhere looking for you, you are worried what it could be, so I didn’t twig on that it was me until I worked out who they were, as it turns out they were from the NHS. The doctor had sent them over to do an assessment on me… nice of them to give me advance warning there! Could have been embarrassing if the pub wasn’t empty.

There starts the endless cycle of telling my life story to numerous specialists (something which I still seem to be doing). They did the whole nodding and smiling thing, didn’t really offer any help, but I guess they weren’t there to directly help. Out of that I get a referral to see the psychiatrist at the local hospital, who instantly writes a letter to refer me to the Gender Identity Clinic in London (I didn’t know at the time how long it would take, I know now.. ages!).

In the mean time, life had to go on, so it seemed. Well, the first bombshell came when I found out the next day (while I was still really excited about my referral to London) that I’d be losing my job. The second bombshell comes hand in hand with that, no job, no place to live. Suddenly everything was too much, I wanted to find the way out again. It was another one of those moments where there seemed to be no solution other than to end it all, so I tried. Well, I started taking an overdose, but half way though sense hit me, completely hit me. I realised I was making a big mistake and called an ambulance myself. The guilt of that kills me, knowing I’m wasting an ambulance and doctors time for something I’d done to myself, I’m sorry.

I was kept in overnight and discharged in the morning, obviously in their eyes I was fine, that or I’m good at hiding it. I spent a couple of weeks sleeping on a friends sofa until the council had found me a flat to live in around Rugby. I was still feeling terrible though, despite seeing sense on that night, I still felt at times regret for seeing sense, if that makes sense. Life was tough, very difficult to handle. Now that I was out of the public eye so to speak, I’d resorted to cutting again, in reality out of all the options open to me it was probably the safer one. It was only ever minor, I never managed to go to the extremes I used to go to, eventually it kind of “wore off”, it seemed like I was growing out of it, so to speak. The release that the act of cutting used to give me, just wasn’t there any more. I didn’t feel any better though, I just learnt to hide it and deal with it.

Anyway, other things were starting to happen, my first proper time out as Jenny happened on my birthday that year, night out at the pub, not the usual place a T girl goes for her first time out! But hey, it was a great night :) . Eventually the date of my first appointment at the London clinic was sent to me, still 8 months away.. that is a hard feeling to grasp, still, I tried to stay positive about it, at least I *had* an appointment. My times out were slowly becoming more frequent until I officially became Jennifer in September last year.. its amazing that a feeling a piece of paper can give you!

My time living in Rugby was coming to an end, the finances of it all were becoming too much (if anyone tells you that you are better off when the government increases your benefits, they are lying, the council just pay less towards your rent, leaving you worse off). I moved back to Bromsgrove again, with my Mom.

It’s now been a year since I made that move, and near enough nothing has happened, I’ve had my two appointments down in London, but I have made no further progress. Finances dictate the amount which I can go out, which isn’t much. It is just an uneventful life at the moment, and extremely dull! I haven’t self harmed or taken any overdoses in that time, which can only be a good thing. Life still hurts, but I’m slowly starting to deal with it in better ways.

So there it is, the final post of my story! Well, when I say final, you know what I mean… you are up to date now! Hopefully the story will continue, but it just hasn’t happened yet!

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Random musings

December 3rd, 2009

OK, so I’ve changed a few things around here… shoot me! Just had a fiddling moment and fancied a change :)

Anyway, just a random thought…

Why is it, that the best individual moments of your life, always occur during the worst periods? Is it that you consider them to be the best, because they are a shining light amongst a sea of darkness and while when you are in a “good period”, the good individual moments don’t stand out so much?

Or is it just me? That is my take on it anyway.

I’m not sure I can afford Christmas this year, I always feel guilty not being able to spend much on people. I’ve always worked to the logic of not worrying about price, more about what I am actually buying. It means that sometimes people end up with really cheap presents, but a lot more thought has gone into it than something more expensive, and sometimes someone who I wouldn’t normally think about spending that much money on, ends up with something quite expensive. It looks like this year I’m really going to have to watch the pennies :(

Oh well, you never know.. something may dramatically change between now and then. Doubtful though.

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