The Land Mine of Body Dysphoria

Body dysphoria, like gender dysphoria, is a weird thing. There are days, weeks, months even that pass by without me noticing it. I move through the world and just am. I might have passing thoughts of, ‘I should lose weight,’ or, ‘I should exercise more,’ or, ‘I wish I fit this top better,’ but they are the concerns of any body and come and go like the weather.

And then, like stepping on a buried mine, BAM! Something triggers the dysphoria and hot shrapnel of broken feelings fly through my body and I am left feeling grotesque, misshapen, and hideous. Then I limp about the world, wounded and feeling shameful because I knew that minefield was there; why haven’t I cleared it yet? Do I secretly like tiptoeing through the minefield?

It takes me a while to remember why. There are so many reasons. Fear has been the largest.

I’m afraid of surgery. Afraid of dying on the table, afraid of complications that might leave me worse off than I am now, afraid of the irrevocably of it. On the surface it’s silly. The risks are low and if there’s anything about my transition I’ve noticed, (and myself in general,) it’s that I over think things at the expense of action. I’ll probably be on my deathbed going, ‘I’m not so sure about this…’ while everyone else rolls their eyes with mutters of, ‘Get on with it!’

So I’m getting on with it. While I have a surgical date scheduled for 2021(!), I have a surgical consultation meeting with my selected surgeon next month and part of the reason I’m doing it so soon is to demonstrate my preparedness and confirm my spot on the waiting list for a cancellation slot. If it looks like it’ll still be years out I’ll start shopping for someone who can get me in sooner because I’m sick of stepping on mines.


©Heather Coldstream

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About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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4 Responses to The Land Mine of Body Dysphoria

  1. Connie Dee Ingalls says:

    We finally reach a point where the minefield we traverse is the one we planted ourselves. Yet, it’s still better to cross it in moving forward than to be standing, frozen in place.

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  2. Wow, 2021? I am going to Boston Medical. It took a while to get a date, but they don’t give it until you have met with the two doctors and have all the letters they require. (Two psych, my endo and my PCP). I finally got my date for June 4th next year. They are about one year out but they are hoping to get more OR time allotted to them so they can move things up.

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    • cistotrans says:

      Congrats! Well, I’m hoping being on the cancellation list will make it happen sooner rather than later but I have been considering changing providers to speed things up. I have too much on my personal plate with family at the moment to really address it so I’m fine with the later date.

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