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Hormone Hell and Gender Identity
I have such a love-hate relationship with hormones. On one hand, I love what I've been able to accomplish (and will soon be accomplishing) by messing around with my natural set-up of hormones. I'm doing something that I'd been told and always thought was out of my reach, and hey, what can I say? I like to do the impossible. But on the other hand, it's been 27 months now that I haven't been myself. I don't even really recognize myself. I'm some medically-twisted New Me.
I started taking Metformin in February of 2005, somewhat out of curiosity and somewhat out of concern for my health. I wasn't concerned about my hormone makeup (high testosterone, mildly high estrogen, no progesterone in sight, lots of other wackiness) but was starting to get concerned about creeping cholesterol (even though I'm a pretty healthy eater) and the weight that just wouldn't go away. I had been asking doctors if I had PCOS for many years, and had always been told no - usually because I have no cysts on my ovaries. I finally found a PCP who agreed that you didn't need cysts to have PCOS, and confirmed everything with lots of bloodwork. When I found out that I had elevated insulin levels, I figured I would give drugs a try to see what would happen. I didn't want to end up with Type II Diabetes. My PCP was not an endocrinologist and didn't know much about PCOS treatment, so I started on a pretty low dose of Metformin, 1000mg/day.
I took 1000mg/day for a year. In that year, I went from not having any cycles at all to having 60-75 day cycles fairly consistently (with a little break when my dad died). It was pretty wacky. And I started losing weight, but I didn't know if it was drug-related or gym-related, as I'd become fairly rigorous with the gym at the same time. The doctor thought that getting a period every 2-3 months was good enough if it was good enough for me. Personally, I'd rather have none but whatever.
I could still be read as either male or female depending on the person or the day, and felt mostly comfortable in my own skin outside of the cycles and the occasional fluctuating hormones. (Remember, no cycles means no PMS.) Progesterone is not kind to me - I had major anger attacks on birth control pills in college and had HUGE freak-out drama cryfests on Provera in the past - so ovulating brought its own fun. But it was still dealable.
Jen and I had been talking about having kids for a really long time, and the assumption was always that she would carry. (The perks of a two-uterus home.) She kept saying she "needed to get ready," and I was getting awfully impatient. On top of that, I thought that my history should get most things covered by insurance which would be a big help. I asked my PCP about it, she didn't have any insights, but told me to see a specialist and ask. So I did.
That's when I got a referral to The Baby Factory. The minute I walked in the door, I was floored by the affluence and the attitude. I met a cocky man who not only basically /guaranteed/ us a baby, he was ready to start immediately. And what can I say, we got excited. So we jumped right in. That was February 2006. (Insurance did end up covering, by the way, but not because of an infertility diagnosis. Oh no, when they had that, they wanted me to pay a year out of pocket to PROVE it. However, they agreed to pay when I told them that I was unable to conceive children with my ex-husband from 1999-2001. Asshats.)
After a year of 1000mg of Metformin, I started taking 2000mg. The results were dramatic. I had textbook regular 35ish day cycles from the first moment I took the drug, which is kind of unusual. I lost weight like wildfire. And at that point it started to hit me that my body was totally different. I lost a lot of the weight in my belly and thighs that made me look solid - instead I was a curvy butt girl with more noticeable boobs. I lost a ton of weight in the face that I didn't mind. But then I realized that I couldn't really wear most of my pants. They looked /ridiculous/. I didn't have the shape to wear guys' pants anymore and they were all falling down and looking terrible. What fit were girly girl pants. I went from a 36 men's to a 14 women's to a 12 women's to a 10 women's.
When I changed clothes, I started to look silly. It was weird to have boy hair and girly clothes. So I grew the hair to match the clothes. And I got a lot of attention and a LOT of compliments. It was actually kind of weird and off-putting. Guys were looking at me out in public, coworkers were telling me I was "so pretty," etc.
But... it worked! Between all of that cycle-regulating, the ovulation-induction meds, and the store-bought sperm, I got knocked up. It seemed like it took forever but in actuality was about 8 months with 5 insemination tries... which is actually pretty reasonable and quite amazing for someone who had no cycles a few years prior. It came with a high emotional price, though, with tons of mood swings and crying and Clomid Hell and PMS to the extreme and then, umm, pregnancy fun. Which is a nice way of saying that I think I have been crying for eight months straight. (Did I mention that progesterone and I don't mix?)
I had girly clothes and girly hair and now a big ole belly. I look, for all intents and purposes, like a straight, married lady with a baby. I have lost my gender identity (or lack thereof) and I have lost my queer identity. I don't get the head bobs, the i-know-about-you looks. If I walk with Jen I get read as queer because SHE gets read as queer. I've become totally invisible.
At
eeka13's and
violacat's wedding last year, Jen and I were read as a butch/femme couple by a self-identified butch/femme couple that they are friends with. I guess they were excited to see another couple "like them." When I found out, I cried for three days. Seriously. Some of it was pregnancy, but most of it... well, how could I go from being read as male to being read as femme? Such a freaking turnaround in a year and a half's time.
Last weekend we were in Home Depot buying our lawnmower and this adorable young lesbian insisted on helping us check out. She commented about us having a baby, said she was trying to convince her wife to have a baby, and then gave Jen a high-five. You know, because I guess she convinced HER wife to have a baby. And I just felt so deflated. I've been hauling and growing this kid for eight months and SHE gets a high-five? For what? What did I get? She didn't even LOOK at me.
I can't even imagine that any of this will make any sense to most people. My thoughts are so jumbled around all of this, and so emotionally charged, that I can't even write coherently about it. But it's there, and has been there for a long time, and only gets worse. I am so thankful for being pregnant and growing our baby and I am so sad for the loss of myself. I'm not even sure if there is an answer, or maybe if things will disappear in the bliss and challenges of parenthood.
But I know that I look at pictures from three years ago and see myself, and look at pictures from now and wonder who that person is. I guess I will keep telling myself it will get better with time.
I started taking Metformin in February of 2005, somewhat out of curiosity and somewhat out of concern for my health. I wasn't concerned about my hormone makeup (high testosterone, mildly high estrogen, no progesterone in sight, lots of other wackiness) but was starting to get concerned about creeping cholesterol (even though I'm a pretty healthy eater) and the weight that just wouldn't go away. I had been asking doctors if I had PCOS for many years, and had always been told no - usually because I have no cysts on my ovaries. I finally found a PCP who agreed that you didn't need cysts to have PCOS, and confirmed everything with lots of bloodwork. When I found out that I had elevated insulin levels, I figured I would give drugs a try to see what would happen. I didn't want to end up with Type II Diabetes. My PCP was not an endocrinologist and didn't know much about PCOS treatment, so I started on a pretty low dose of Metformin, 1000mg/day.
I took 1000mg/day for a year. In that year, I went from not having any cycles at all to having 60-75 day cycles fairly consistently (with a little break when my dad died). It was pretty wacky. And I started losing weight, but I didn't know if it was drug-related or gym-related, as I'd become fairly rigorous with the gym at the same time. The doctor thought that getting a period every 2-3 months was good enough if it was good enough for me. Personally, I'd rather have none but whatever.
I could still be read as either male or female depending on the person or the day, and felt mostly comfortable in my own skin outside of the cycles and the occasional fluctuating hormones. (Remember, no cycles means no PMS.) Progesterone is not kind to me - I had major anger attacks on birth control pills in college and had HUGE freak-out drama cryfests on Provera in the past - so ovulating brought its own fun. But it was still dealable.
Jen and I had been talking about having kids for a really long time, and the assumption was always that she would carry. (The perks of a two-uterus home.) She kept saying she "needed to get ready," and I was getting awfully impatient. On top of that, I thought that my history should get most things covered by insurance which would be a big help. I asked my PCP about it, she didn't have any insights, but told me to see a specialist and ask. So I did.
That's when I got a referral to The Baby Factory. The minute I walked in the door, I was floored by the affluence and the attitude. I met a cocky man who not only basically /guaranteed/ us a baby, he was ready to start immediately. And what can I say, we got excited. So we jumped right in. That was February 2006. (Insurance did end up covering, by the way, but not because of an infertility diagnosis. Oh no, when they had that, they wanted me to pay a year out of pocket to PROVE it. However, they agreed to pay when I told them that I was unable to conceive children with my ex-husband from 1999-2001. Asshats.)
After a year of 1000mg of Metformin, I started taking 2000mg. The results were dramatic. I had textbook regular 35ish day cycles from the first moment I took the drug, which is kind of unusual. I lost weight like wildfire. And at that point it started to hit me that my body was totally different. I lost a lot of the weight in my belly and thighs that made me look solid - instead I was a curvy butt girl with more noticeable boobs. I lost a ton of weight in the face that I didn't mind. But then I realized that I couldn't really wear most of my pants. They looked /ridiculous/. I didn't have the shape to wear guys' pants anymore and they were all falling down and looking terrible. What fit were girly girl pants. I went from a 36 men's to a 14 women's to a 12 women's to a 10 women's.
When I changed clothes, I started to look silly. It was weird to have boy hair and girly clothes. So I grew the hair to match the clothes. And I got a lot of attention and a LOT of compliments. It was actually kind of weird and off-putting. Guys were looking at me out in public, coworkers were telling me I was "so pretty," etc.
But... it worked! Between all of that cycle-regulating, the ovulation-induction meds, and the store-bought sperm, I got knocked up. It seemed like it took forever but in actuality was about 8 months with 5 insemination tries... which is actually pretty reasonable and quite amazing for someone who had no cycles a few years prior. It came with a high emotional price, though, with tons of mood swings and crying and Clomid Hell and PMS to the extreme and then, umm, pregnancy fun. Which is a nice way of saying that I think I have been crying for eight months straight. (Did I mention that progesterone and I don't mix?)
I had girly clothes and girly hair and now a big ole belly. I look, for all intents and purposes, like a straight, married lady with a baby. I have lost my gender identity (or lack thereof) and I have lost my queer identity. I don't get the head bobs, the i-know-about-you looks. If I walk with Jen I get read as queer because SHE gets read as queer. I've become totally invisible.
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Last weekend we were in Home Depot buying our lawnmower and this adorable young lesbian insisted on helping us check out. She commented about us having a baby, said she was trying to convince her wife to have a baby, and then gave Jen a high-five. You know, because I guess she convinced HER wife to have a baby. And I just felt so deflated. I've been hauling and growing this kid for eight months and SHE gets a high-five? For what? What did I get? She didn't even LOOK at me.
I can't even imagine that any of this will make any sense to most people. My thoughts are so jumbled around all of this, and so emotionally charged, that I can't even write coherently about it. But it's there, and has been there for a long time, and only gets worse. I am so thankful for being pregnant and growing our baby and I am so sad for the loss of myself. I'm not even sure if there is an answer, or maybe if things will disappear in the bliss and challenges of parenthood.
But I know that I look at pictures from three years ago and see myself, and look at pictures from now and wonder who that person is. I guess I will keep telling myself it will get better with time.
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Take everything you said, but change society's view of "gender identity" to "beauty" and you have my point of view. So I understand a lot of what you're saying.
Don't feel like you need to answer, but why do people feel the need to comment on how we look? Appearance means everything in society, and it's taught at an early age. And it sucks. I still struggle every day with self-worth because of all the shit I went through growing up (and still do) being the fat chick in the pretty world.
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I really hope my kid doesn't end up being one of those shallow people, but it's almost scarily unavoidable. I will do my best.
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It was good talking to you too! And EVERYTHING'S more fun with pregnancy hormones! Man, I cry at everything.
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Hmph.
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That being said - I know Jude defers to my choices sometimes and I defer to her choices and no one is "in charge."
And it made me super uncomfortable that that woman at Home Depot gave me a high five when I know Jude has done so much work for this baby.
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What led everyone to putting you on Metaformin? I don't think I have symptoms of PCOS or anything, but I have always wondered if Metaformin might help me with some of the same symptoms you described. Hmm...
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That's awesome that he's gotten himself in such good shape, though! I hope I'm in decent shape when I'm 45!!
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I know that when I see that sweet little face, I will forget about things, at least temporarily. :)
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It's tough, tough, tough stuff.
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Boy was I wrong.
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As you can see, my thoughts are all over about this, too.
*hugs*
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Human bodies are so frickin' weird. And human minds are so frickin' narrow.
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But you're right about bodies and minds.
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It sounds really tough and complicated...I know that the responses I get, on the street and from people I know, when my weight fluctuates are a pretty crushing aspect of my identity. So, I can't even imagine...
After the birth, could you go back to your former hormone make-up? (or, do you want more kids from your uterus?) Just questions I thought of as I read...
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I guess I will just need to find some sort of balance or come to terms with things. I'm not really sure. I have a lot of work to do.
xo
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My partner (who is trans-identified [my term]), is considering carrying our next baby, and the gender issues you bring up here are something we think about a LOT when we discuss it. It's a hard road to take (of course with a great payoff), and I applaud you for going through it for the sake of your family...
And remember, when it's all over you can get your body - and your identity - back (well, with several new layers of identity as a parent and such, but still, you get the gist.)
Just keep breathing, and you'll get through it - and with a whole lot of new empathy for the femmes of the world! :)
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If your partner ever does decide to go down that road, I'd be more than happy to chat. The offer is always on the table.
I'm concerned if I will ever go back to the "old me," though, as the "old me" has untreated insulin resistance which really isn't a great thing long term. It's one of those things I'm going to have to do a LOT of soul-searching on. I have all of that breastfeeding time to think about it, I guess.
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I just hate that after all of this time, we still think "short hair = queer" or "men's clothes = queer" and also that "long hair" or "girly clothes" = "weaker woman."
Ugh.
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But I can say that the little bit I *do* relate (as far as gender ambiguity or identification goes), you've got it dead on. And the parts that are bigger than what I can empathize with - well, thank you for sharing. Fluidity of gender has been a big interest of mine for a long time (hence, the sociology degree and all) and I respect that you are able to put into words and share your experience.
Also, I love you, no matter if you're Mr. Jude or Mrs. Jude.
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It IS weird that "growing up" or getting into the "real world" tends to reinforce gender stereotypes for the most part. I know that I always ran into fuzziness when I would have to go to a "grown up party" like a wedding. On one hand, I would look silly in a dress (the way I used to look), but on the other hand, I felt like I was less dressed up if I /wasn't/ wearing one. Weird.
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I guess in some ways it goes both ways. In the queer world, I've become pretty much invisible. But in the mommy world, it's Jen who runs the risk of being invisible. And I'd rather have it my way, I guess. I don't want people to assume my kid has a dad.
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*big big hugs*
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It's weird, when I was doing the EI work with the straight girls, it didn't bother me as much. But now that I'm back with the queers, I feel even more invisible. Weird.
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I don't really think of it as brave, I think of it as whiny. And I whine a lot. No, really. I'm quite good at it.
I don't know why I even write about it, though, because I don't think it's going to change. I'll be entering The Mommy Club, soon, and I don't know if there's any going back. :)
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3. I fluctuate a little bit but not to that extent. Sometimes it's fun to "play" with some stuff but I can't imagine doing it all the time. I dunno. Like, I like looking hot in a dress sometimes... but I don't like ONLY having the option to look hot in a dress.
4. When I lost weight, I couldn't hold the guys pants up the right way anymore. Sucks.
5. I never took depo-provera... I took an oral medication called provera, which is an oral progesterone pill that you take for 7-10 days straight and then stop to make your period come. (It induces bleeding.) So it does the same wackiness as depo, but thankfully on a shorter timeline.
6. You are MORE beautiful!!
7. kiss kiss
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Yes, we should. I like deep conversations.
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And while that sucks about the Home Depot experience, that is cool that someone acknowledged Jen - Rose almost never got any kind of acknowledgment when I was pregnant. Not that it diminishes your feelings though.
Big hugs to you.
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I just wish that woman didn't have to be such a JERK about it. ;)
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well i kept my shaved head with the pregnancy, but i went through a lot of the same things. i couldnt do any of the things i had done around the house. jeani took them over. i felt like a stranger in my own body. the huge boobs really threw off my 15 yr old boy idendity.
but after having them, and even though i am still breaste feeding jaxen, i almost feel back to normal. now that i am back in my pre pregnancy boy clothes (exvept for the bf tank tops)
everything seems worse with the hormones. but it will get better after that beautiful baby girl is born.
you are not alone..
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I'm glad things will get better. Hormones suck. xo
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last night
I'm read as straight EVERY DAY at work, or basically if I'm by myself just about any place in a non-queer space.
Last night, at "Seussical The Musical," I was read as a lesbian, but I can't help but wonder if it was only because I was sitting with Diane (my not-so-femme ladyfriend).
It felt odd - I've gotten so used to being read as straight I was actually surprised when I was asked if Diane was my partner!
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I'm sure I'm read as straight at work, well, when I'm not working in a queer resource center. But who knows, with the big old belly they might think I'm a nice secretary ally. :)
I love when you use the word "ladyfriend." It gives me the smiles every time!