Early thirties post-transition stealth Father and Husband
Having to buy a new prosthesis has really made me quite irritated.
I don’t want to have to spend the money, especially on something that I should have been fucking born with in the first place.
Not to mention the high likelihood of it being “not right” in a plethora of different ways.
The whole excercise has had me avoiding making a purchase for months, but now it’s kind of getting absolutely necessary and I can’t put it off much longer.
Boo.
K has officially entered the stage of favoring me over his Mother for things. It’s interesting to me because I am the “strict” parent, whereas my Wife is the “easy going” parent – she’s the fun one and I am the rules guy.
K’s always been a Mumma’s boy, not to say he doesn’t love hanging out with me or whatever but his personality and my Wife’s personality are so damn similar. Even in looks he’s like a mini, male version of my Wife.
Regardless, now it’s “No, I need to talk to Dad about this” or “Hey Dad, come here!” – whereas before it would have been either of us, or his Mother. Now when my Wife responds, he occasionally specifies that it’s a Dad-related thing.
This is actually adorable, but to be honest has me feeling like I’m less qualified than ever before. Hah. I guess despite having raised this kiddo since he was 11 months old, I can’t ever shake that feeling that there’s just a bunch of male related shit that I am probably not the best authority on.
And logically speaking I know that’s just my own personal insecurities, but there you have it.
Anyway – we get the keys for our house this Friday. It’s all we are thinking about – dreaming about, talking about. We did the final inspection yesterday, and when we pulled into the driveway my Wife looked at me and said “Welcome Home!”… I’m not the most emotional man ever but I definitely almost cried.
I’m super excited to spend some quality Father/Son time with K painting his room whatever colour he chooses, getting him to help me with all of the million DIY things I have planned. My Father is coming to help fix a leak in our laundry and install a new toilet (he’s was a plumber before he retired) and I plan to have K help, even if it’s just passing tools. That’s the kind of shit I fondly reflect on with my father, being knee deep in a trench “helping” (although upon reflection he was just entertaining me… I was likely hindering!).
I haven’t had a new prosthesis for the longest time, but I’ve had the best luck with Peecock’s (and still use one daily, but it’s…erm… falling apart).
Can anyone give me a review of the more recent generations? I’m mostly interested in terms of packing and pissing function, with aesthetic being secondary to those things.
Alright,
I toyed with the idea of turning off anon asks because of the spam/hate I’ve been logging in to lately, but it completely takes away from the entire ability for those who wish not to be identified asking questions to have a safe space which they feel they can.
So I’m going to leave it open, and just deal with the repercussions if any.
K turned 12 this weekend and ever since, he’s had some kind of magic sass about him that is hysterical. He has decided that 12 is the magic “grown up” number, so now he’s actually 12 going on 21.
He had a great birthday and elected to have an entire day just doing family things with the three of us- we took him 10 pin bowling, had a decadent lunch overlooking the river and went to a special lolly shop (candy store) and EB Games. My Son is a huge self professed geek, and is totally gaming obsessed.
After a brief afternoon intermission my Wife and I took him out to his favourite chinese restaurant for his favourite dish; sweet and sour battered pork. He even got a fizzy drink with his meal, which in our house is an extra special treat.
We all had a blast, and it was a much needed respite from the insane work schedule my Wife and I have been keeping, alongside all our “downtime” being used for packing, cleaning and organising things for the move – which just so happens to be TOO DAMN SOON! Haha. We’re freaking out a little bit, but once we’ve got all our shit at the new place I’ll feel a lot better. I have this thing where I must leave a rental in better condition than when we moved in, so I’ll have to do a good deep clean inside and out after everything has been moved out.
My best mate is coming to help us clean and stuff in a few weeks, and I’m really looking forward to having him here.
Thanks for all the questions. I hope I do them justice with my answers.
Hey,
I’ve answered this a little bit before here but to expand:
I am stealth because my trans status doesn’t relate to anything else in my life besides from my medical history/treatment. If it comes up with regard to those things; I’ll disclose. But for the most part (read, everywhere else) I am stealth.
I’m just a regular guy who happens to have trans history.
Did I tell you all we bought a house?
Signed the contracts last week. We move in early September.
I won’t believe we finally did it until I’m standing in our own house.
Still alive!
Been working a lot, dealing with a little man who is becoming hormonal and also attempting to educate backwoods Doctor’s who apparently think it’s hysterical to make it very difficult for me to access Testosterone.
We’re going to K’s high school induction next week. He’s still in primary school currently, but applications start this year and the induction is compulsory.
It’s freaking us all out, I think!
Schools around here are lacking, to put it mildly. We’ve been researching for years and have settled on a private school out of area, which is interesting as both my Wife and I were educated publicly (me only in high school) and we don’t particularly value the religious elements of private institutions here.
Nevertheless, this school has amazing curriculum that aligns with K’s interest areas, fantastic facilities and a really good national and anecdotal ranking.
It’s also hella competitive and expensive.
K is busy experiencing all of the emotions that come with entering puberty, finishing a chapter of education and embarking on a whole new stage of life. Naturally we’ve had lengthy discussions around his fears and other concerns. We reckon his feelings are pretty damn normal – this is an intense time in anyone’s life.
So…that’s a tiny portion of what’s been going on for my little family lately. My Wife and I often sit back and discuss how thankful we are for having found one another, and marvel at our wealth of love.
I’m one lucky man and I am so grateful.
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I got given some sketches that are beyond phenomenal from an exceptionally talented artist friend – of “me”.
They’re not exactly of me, but close enough for me to have held onto them for a week without posting.
I feel bad, because they’re great illustrations. I just need to get over my trepidation and post them.
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