Emotional wrangling part 1 of many...

What I failed to mention during the testing really was all of the totally raw emotion and major life events happening before, during and after diagnosis. This is really where the rubber meets the road, so to speak.

Before diagnosis:

I remember fifth grade, they did the official sex talk. I was actually excited about getting my period. It sounded like a really cool thing because I would be all grown up, and do grown up things (like apply pads-don't ask, I was 10). After we watched an awful show called "Dear Diary" which had been shown for many years prior, we had lecture about what a period is and whatnot. At the end of the class, we got our own pad and I believe tampon. I remember going home and finding a "discrete" kid's purse to put it in.

I didn't get my period in the fifth grade, sixth grade, seventh grade....or even the twelfth grade...

Periodically in high school, mom would ask me if I was ready to go to the gynecologist about my period. I refused, multiple times.


Personally, I have always been a bit of an introvert, but in high school, I really tried to deny that part of myself and think of myself as an extrovert. I also was not cliquey, so my true friend base was small, but I was friends with everyone. This was hard in high school in a small town.

I got my first boyfriend at the age of 16, about 3 weeks after my first kiss, which was devastatingly later than I had planned in my head! His name for the sake of the blog is John.

John had graduated two years prior to me. I was just beginning my senior year in high school. He was my first mutual true love. He lived with his parents far out in the country and he loved me with all he had. He made me very happy, and he was so simple minded in comparison to me. I had my first sexual experiences with him. It was hard for me because I had so many things tossing around in my head. I think at that point I was really truely cognisant of the lack of period, and I knew something was odd with me. We spent many hours cuddling in his bed, but I never took my pants off. I couldn't do it. He was okay with that, though I knew he wanted more so badly.

We had been dating about 7 months by the spring of my senior year. My sister was engaged that April and was going to be graduating college and getting married in August.

At some point in here, I decided it was time for me to go to the gynecologist and find out what was up. My appointment was scheduled that same afternoon as my baccalaureate.

As we drove into town, I remember riding with my sister and crying because I was so nervous about someone looking at me "down there." To comfort me, my sister took me for my first manicure ever.

Upon the beginning of the appointment, to preserve my dignity and self confidence, I refused to let my mom into the examination part of the appointment, but allowed her to talk to the nurse about whatever she wanted. Mom was with me for the preliminary demographic questions. After that, I gave her the boot. I think she was a bit miffed, but she also understood.

During the exam, I was so nervous, that I bit my freshly painted nails. I have never since had another manicure.

I remember leaving the exam with labs that needed to be completed, and that's when I started what they call the progesterone challenge.

All of the emotions going through me combined with additional horomones from the testing, I was quite a pleasure that summmer. My family tension was high anyway with my sister's pending wedding. John was a comfort for me through it all. He stayed by my side through the testing and I appreciated that.

John's support wasn't going to last though...and that's where I will pick up next time...

The beginning: May 1998 continued

Ok...sorry about the delay in getting more of this out.

I'm sure you are very disappointed.

Back to the lovely gynecologist. So I left the visit totally crying and not fully understanding what was going on. I was a very private 16 year old girl. Crying was something I did not do in front of anyone other than family. I had to call my nurse practioner to figure out what was going on. She told me that my gynecology did not appear normal. My mom said my doctor was calling all over town to figure out what was going on. That made me feel much less like a freak, not.

I never went back to that doctor.

The nurse practioner gave me the name of this professor in Texas who knew about the condition, but the largest clinic in the metro area had no idea what do do with it. I didn't make that call to see anyone. At that point, I just tried to deal with the whole situation emotionally.

I think the most emotionally offensive test was the lab that made sure I was a girl. Seriously.

So by the time all of these tests concluded, as I mentioned, I was in college 200 miles away. I really knew myself well because I decided on my own to go get some counseling.

I spent over 3 years in counseling. It would continue really regularly for the first few months of college, and then I was weaned off it.

Amongst those great things I learned, were coping mechanisms to deal with these issues. My head did (and continues to) be a hinderance to full acceptance of this condition.

That's about all I have to say right now for the condition, diagnosis and whatnot. Now it's time for some of the emotional wrangling discussion. That's what I've been dealing with for 13 years now. I'll talk about how and when I made the vagina in a bit...but several years must pass first.