So you wanna be a RealGirl?
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Jane McDowell

The first time I saw my forty-one-year-old daughter, Geraldine, she was being wheeled into a hospital room after major surgery. She was hooked up to intravenous tubes and was barely conscious. When her doctor assured me that she was going to be fine, I was very relieved. But in spite of this good news, it was a day of mixed emotions for me. You see, when my daughter, Geraldine, went into the operating room a few hours earlier, she had been Gerald, my son. Geraldine is a transsexual, a person who believes he or she is the victim of a biological mistake and is trapped in a body that is incompatible with his or her real sexual identity. Because they are so unhappy, some transsexuals choose to undergo a sex-reassignment operation, as my daughter did. I know this is hard to understand. However, I now accept what Geraldine did and why she did it. When I look at her today I see a content, self-assured woman. And when I compare her with the very troubled man she used to be, I believe she made the right decision.

As a male, Gerry had always been very unhappy. He was a difficult and even disruptive child, whose behavior often went to extremes. He was either so active that he couldn’t sit still or so involved in what he was doing that he was oblivious to everything else. He also seemed confused about his life.

“Who am I?” he would ask me, clearly troubled.
“You’re my son, Gerry,” I’d reply.
“But what else am I?” he’d continue to probe. “Who am I really?”
“Gerald, you are a very smart boy, and I’m proud of you,” I’d tell him.
“Will I always be your son?”
“Of course you will,” I’d say firmly.

No matter how much I tried to reassure Gerry how special he was and how much I loved him, I somehow knew that I wasn’t getting through to him. But I was at a loss for what to say or do. And I was more or less on my own, since Gerry’s father and I had separated when Gerry was four years old.

As Gerry grew older he began to experience frequent periods of severe depression. By this time I had remarried, and my husband spent a lot of time trying to help him sort out his feelings. But Gerry still couldn’t put into words exactly what was bothering him.

Things started to look up for Gerry when, at age twenty, he was introduced by a mutual friend to Linda, who was nineteen. They hit it off right away, and a year later they got married.

However, they gradually grew apart, and after ten years, Gerry and Linda were divorced. They had no children, which made the divorce less complicated. On his own again, Gerry finally began to face his feelings. He had grown increasingly unhappy and had experimented with drugs. He told me that he’d even contemplated suicide, and I was very worried about him.

Then, in May 1983, when I was visiting Gerry in New York, where he worked as a free-lance photographer, he said that he had something very important to talk to me about. Nothing could have prepared me for his next words. “Mom, I’m going to have a sex-change operation,” Gerry said.

I was stunned. I wondered if my son had finally gone insane. All these years I knew he had been desperately unhappy, and I had feared more than once that he might have a breakdown. This is it, I thought.

I didn’t know what to say. Fortunately Gerry continued talking. He told me that even as a child he had secretly wished to be female, but he had been ashamed of those “bad” thoughts. When he had asked me all those years ago who he was, he had actually been questioning his gender. Now Gerry finally knew that there were other people who felt the same as he did and that it was indeed possible for him to change his sex.

Then Gerry reassured me that sex reassignment was not something he was entering into impulsively. He said he was in therapy and promised to continue to see his therapist. As we talked for hours, both of us were in tears. It was the closest I’d felt to my son in a long time. He was my child, and I loved him no matter what.

After I went back home, I couldn’t stop thinking about Gerry. Every time I came up with a new argument against the operation, I would phone him. But he always explained patiently that he knew he was doing the right thing. He felt that his being born male was a birth defect, and that he had truly lived a nightmare for forty years.

This was the hardest thing I’d ever faced. Of course, I had heard of other transsexuals, “Renee Richards, for instance,” but I simply couldn’t accept my son becoming my daughter. I began having nightmares every night, after which I couldn’t go back to sleep. Instead, I spent those long nights worrying about Gerry and wondering where I had gone wrong as a mother. I thought that what Gerry was going through now surely had to be my fault in some way, and I felt terribly guilty.

And of course, I was scared for my son. He was planning to undergo an irreversible operation. What if he wasn’t happy with the results? But since Gerry was determined to change his sex, I decided that it was important for me to learn everything I could about transsexuals. I read Second Serve, by Renee Richards, and all of the articles Gerry sent me. I found out that his condition was medically recognized and known as gender-identity disorder. I discussed my worries about the operation with my husband and my other son, Tim, Gerry’s younger half-brother. Finally, I realized that Gerry desperately wanted my support and understanding, and little by little I began to reconcile myself to the operation. Certainly, Gerry wasn’t happy the way he was. And having seen Gerry’s distress for all these years, I didn’t want his suffering to continue.

I was relieved to learn that, to be eligible for the operation, Gerry had to undergo extensive counseling and physical and psychiatric evaluation. All the professionals Gerry saw concurred that he was indeed a good candidate for surgery.

Gerry was also required to receive estrogen therapy and live for at least one year as a woman. He was undergoing electrolysis treatments and taking voice lessons to bring his voice up to a higher pitch. I accepted this as he explained it to me over the phone, but I knew it would be a totally different thing to see my son in the role of a woman.

A few months later, Gerry invited my husband and me to attend an open meeting of transsexuals at his psychiatrist’s house. This was the moment of truth. When we arrived, Gerry was wearing a black dress with a white linen jacket and black pumps. His hair was shoulder-length, and he wore gold earrings. An objective observer would have seen him as an attractive woman. But this was my son. Intellectually, I had begun to accept that my son was becoming my daughter. But in my heart, I still had grave reservations.

Having got past that initial visual shock, I began talking with other transsexuals at the meeting (all of them women who had once been men). Doing so made me feel a lot more confident about what Gerry was proposing to do. Their stories were similar to Gerry’s: They had been unhappy growing up and had felt early in life that something was wrong with them. But all of these women were happy with their new lives. Watching my son, I realized that he, too, seemed happy as a woman.

After that, I truly began to accept Gerry’s sex reassignment, and so did my husband and Tim. We even started to call Gerry Geraldine, the new name she had chosen. I also decided to go with Geraldine to Colorado, where the surgery would be performed, since I couldn’t bear for her to be all alone.

When the operation began I prayed that it would be a success. Afterward, Geraldine was pale and exhausted, but she started to regain her strength quickly. That night she was able to sit up in bed and eat dinner. Although Geraldine felt some pain, it was kept under control with medication. Eight days after the operation, she had recovered so well that her surgeon released her. I took her to my house to recuperate.

I could see an immediate change in Gerry. She was happy, almost bouncy. She said that she finally felt “right.” I was very glad that the operation had been a success. My son was gone, but now I had a happy and apparently well-adjusted daughter with a whole new life ahead of her.

Geraldine healed quickly from the operation. I was amazed at how perfect her body was and how natural she looked. In fact, when I took her with me to run errands, no one ever gave her a second glance. The doctor had even told Gerry that she could have a normal relationship with a man, if she so desired.

After nine days at home Geraldine went back to New York to resume her photography career. I began nervously to tell family members and friends about the operation. I had worried about how they would react, but I was pleasantly surprised. Almost everyone I told felt that if Gerry had had to change her sex in order to find happiness, then she had done the right thing.

A few months later Geraldine came back home for Thanksgiving. From the moment she walked into the house it was as if she had always been a woman. She looked wonderful, she walked gracefully, and she seemed totally at ease in her new body.

Since the operation, my relationship with Geraldine is much stronger. We’re very close, and we talk and write often. She’s become a gentle, sensitive, thoughtful woman, and she’s truly pleased with her life. I no longer worry about Gerry as I used to. Instead, as I think any mother can understand, I’m thankful that she’s finally happy.

comments
  1. penny
    1:50 pm on January 1st, 2009

    god this is such a positive and insperrational story. I am always so concerned about the post operation period. for one I would daerly love to go further into full time fem world, but am so afraid of what the world would do od think. what would a middle aged mechanic do as after being given the gift of propper sexuality. It would be a dream come true to be a fem person but would one be able to go on . great storry! Good luck to Geraldine

  2. maggied
    10:16 am on December 9th, 2009

    Thank you for sharing your inspirational story here. I know that transsexuality can be difficult for many people to understand and accept but I can relate to what Geraldine story on a very personal basis as it is very similar to my own. It can be a very depressing and lonely life with the worst part being the guilt associated with feeling like we can’t share our feelings with those we love most because of the fear we have of the shame and disappointment it will bring. I can assure you that the thought of losing the love of family and friends can be quite overwhelming.

    I too went through a failed marriage, though mine was a bit more complicated then Geraldines, and my life was in shams. Looking back after years of counseling and reflection I wish I had been a bit more open and had trusted my family enough to share it with them. Though my sisters and brother have all been very supportive I would give anything to be able to go back and talk to my mom about how I felt, but alas by the time it came out it was too late.

    That was years ago and today I have a fairly good life, living and working as a woman. The hardest part for me is still intimacy and the fear of rejection. I think that being readily accepted as a woman makes it even harder as when I meet someone I feel I would have a relationship with my stomach fills with butterflies when I worry what they will think when they find out I have male parts so I pull back, which is one of the main reasons I am considering sexual reassignment surgery.

    Other then that I totally feel like a woman but then again I always have. I have already been diagnosed by two professional as a transsexual so I qualify for the surgery. I have had extensive hormone therapy, electrolysis, and voice lessons, and years ago even had and orchiectomy. The only thing I suppose that has kept me away has been contentment, the money, and a little bit of fear of surgery itself. Now I have the money.

    The important part here is to share the stories with so many other girls like Geraldine who feel so alone and depressed. To let them know there is light at the end of the tunnel and it’s not an oncoming train so to speak. The internet is such a wonder tool for sharing information, yet it often times especially in the case of transsexuals a media where false and fictitious information is manufactured and spread. Knowing this I can’t over emphasis the value of spending time with a good gender therapist. If not for yourself then do it for the people who love and care about you.

  3. i’ve often questioned the light at end of my tunnel. often thinking it may just be headlight of train coming at me. being cleared for srs twice previous to this. money always appears to not happen. many squirmish regrets for not allowing dr richard murray, to make me his last surgery, as his hands shook vigarlessly. i often find myself to work over 100 hrs weekly, drink like fish, as well as give to other’s, so that i can move a little more forward in my own worthless, demeaningless, regretfull life. feelings of worthlessness are a regular part of my life. i’m about 75%, often think of selling business. where would one go to?

  4. monica ann
    11:21 pm on September 10th, 2010

    Yes: to both of You. i myself am in Mexico a third trip, divorced and discretely, gradually doing pre-op things..FINALLY: money is coming and if IF i am very
    VERY fortunate? (and don’t get killed in Afghanistan) as a contractor or fired (for increasingly being ‘rather odd’) aka: the hormones./pheremones giving it ‘away.’…then mexico in one year for surgery UP TO the final srs in thailand..college and graduate school and a NEW LIFE in 180degrees.
    Her story EXACTLY matches my own.
    OMG:
    If you are reading this…and identify…go find a good therapist..talk it out….spill it out from your
    SOUL and pray and make up your mind
    nam myoho renge kyo
    ps: i am a buddhist.
    so far….so good…

    (here’s praying that in two years) i can re-read this awaiting the FINAL srs and living “full time one year female awaiting the vaginaplasty” while
    in college prepping for graduate animation school

    much love to the house
    much love to each of you
    xoxo

    monica ann

  5. A real heart warming story of a real person finding happiness in her life and living itt.it also makes you feel good tosee everyone around her accepted things as is..best wishes to GEraldine

  6. Annette cd
    8:46 am on March 15th, 2014

    I am lifelong hetero cd not feeling right about myself as a man too. I recently spoke with a woman transgender therapist to start the process of considering a mtf transformation with a woman doctor. I would absolutely love to be one of the girls. Even now, I prefer shopping for women’s lingerie, feminine clothing, high heels, makeup, etc, and I prefer to be in the company of women instead of men. I love girl talking with them about women’s interests too. I love reading women’s and brides magazines. . I wish I had a job as a lingerie sales associate in a dept store or Victoria’s Secret, where I applied for a job in the stockroom. I am envious of pretty women that wear beautiful lingerie, and wish I could also full time as a woman. I’d just love to be a beautiful bride wearing a shiny satin wedding gown and be a submissive housewife. Not sure if I will achieve my goals or not, but maybe someday.

 
 

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