Some folks have claimed the Doctors expected transsexuals to go absolutely stealth after they had SRS.
That absolute stealth represented the best possible adjustment for post-op women in particular.
Dr Benjamin wrote some awfully Pollyanna sort of bullshit during the 1950s.
Actually it might have sort of been possible for a few people in those days to absolutely disappear because records were kept on paper and it was easier for people to build real identification out of some pretty sketchy bits and pieces of paper.
I know because this was still sort of possible in the late 1960s early 1970s.
Credit cards and credit reporting agencies changed all that by the mid-1970s.
By the 1980s business computers were on desks and hooked to LANs and the primitive Internet.
By the 1990s everyone had a freaking computer linked to the internet.
After 2001 those of us in the US had the Department of Homeland Security, TIA and so many private information gathering agencies that Big Brother knew when you went out partying and how many drinks you had.
There are a whole lot of sisters I really look up to, mostly public figures like Andrea James, Jennifer Boylan, Julia Serano. Not to forget lesser know sisters from the blogosphere like Mercedes Allen.
Most are more or less out, even if they don’t walk down the street wearing a t-shirt.
You kind of have to be if you want to do anything, including speak your mind on issues of public interest.
That aside I’m forced to wonder why so many of the trolls who hide behind aliases to spew hate while touting their own superiority due to their being stealth with perfect lives come off as so mentally ill and maladjusted.
As far as I can tell too many sisters have allowed themselves to be sucked into believing that they are somehow failures if they don’t manage to attain this ideal of absolute stealth.
I’ve been stealth at work and have found I manage it by never getting close to my co-workers. I don’t socialize with or share my private life with my fellow workers.
Generally they tend to not be interested in the things I’m interested in because I’m kind of a hippie.
My circle of friends mostly know my history, after all I write and Blog about post-transsexual life.
Tonight I found out an old enemy had been asking about me and I thought WTF? My name produces page after page of Google links. I sign my name to the things I write. Because I am of the opinion that if you believe strongly in something you should own it by signing your name to it.
I’ve known too many sisters who withdraw from life rather than accepting that which they can not change about themselves and moving on from there.
A friend of mine died a couple of years back. She was incredibly flamboyant and knew antiques with Road Show Appraiser astuteness. But she unhappily withdrew from the world nearly 20 years before she passed away.
Stealth doesn’t seem like a mentally healthy way to go about dealing with transsexualism. It comes off as being ashamed of something one was born.
Not being ashamed doesn’t mean wearing a t-shirt, more just treating it like any other thing one could be born with that makes someone different from the majority of people.