I'm now 18 months post op and 2 years since name change and 6 years since starting transition. My life has changed in many ways. My medical practice is barely afloat. I continue to have a wonderful relationship with my friend Judy. I've been working on a computer program for 2 years now that is about half done and making great progress. I visited with my family in Kentucky and I've reached a comforting level of acceptance.
I'm more comfortable with myself than any time in the past. I don't cringe when I look in the mirror, but clearly I'm getting older and can't change that.
I've tried to relocate. I have a very sought after speciality but no hospital wants me now. The male doctors in the community have ceased to refer me patients unless the patient is uninsured or mentally ill or alcoholic.
I have a wonderful office staff and I think I can make a living until retirement and perhaps I'll market the new program. It has certainly occured my mind and given me a great learning experience.
Oddly no one around me asks if I have any regrets about transitioning. In fact it is unusual that the subject comes up outside of transgender circles. In many ways I've gotten tired of talking about it and the GID that bothered me so much a few years ago has gone. I seem to be gradually loosing my transgendered friends. I'd never go back but sometimes it seems like a dream, an exciting but sometimes very scary one in which I had an ordeal and it is over. Gradually I'm getting the feeling that this is how I've always been and I can't figure why this was all such a big deal. And yet to those around me who know they sometimes tell me that it is a big thing and that I should always expect to be treated as something subhuman. I just look in disbelief about that.