It was the middle of 2015 and I was 6 months into HRT. I had already discovered that I was a woman and made my decision to transition. I was also 6 months into heroin maintenance because I am a dope addict. I had a bad needle fetish and instead of taking my meds the right way I used to wake up and mainline them.
One morning I did my medication and got so sick I had to call 911. When the paramedics got there I had a 104 temperature and they seemed to be very worried about my vital signs. They rushed me to the hospital and got my vital signs stable, and after hours of tests I was told I had endocarditis and my blood was infected too, I was told that I would have to be admitted to the hospital because they had to give me I.V. antibiotics for a week or two. I was also told that I would have to be on antibiotic pills for months to kill the infection.
I was in the hospital for 2 days and they refused to give me my maintenance meds. They kept putting me off with excuses. I was sinking into a bad depression and the antibiotics were making me sick to my stomach. I was starting to go into opiate withdrawals and I was starting to get very worried. I never felt so alone in my life, I didnt know what to do.
I broke down and cried. I cried out to God in Jesus name. I asked Him to help me get through this and help me get my life together. Being sick like I was was too much to handle for me with everything else that was going on in my life. A little while later I asked for my meds again and they put me off, gave me excuses. I got pissed off and tore the IVs out of my arm and left. I went home and took my meds and went back to the hospital and they wouldnt let me back in. I couldnt understand it, I was so sick and they tresspassed me from the hospital. I got escorted out by security. I wound up going home to my own bed and I crying myself to sleep.
The next morning I got up and went to another hospitals emergency room and I told them what happened. They admitted me and did all the tests over again including a sonogram of my heart. I was keeping myself together well. I had a backpack with me with everything I needed for a hospital stay. Finally a doctor came in with a clipboard and told me to sign some papers. He told me I was out of there because there was nothing wrong with me. He told me I was perfectly healthy for someone my age. I was blown away. I didnt know what to think at first and then I remembered praying in the other hospital. God heard my prayer and answered it, He took care of me and healed me because I am one of His children, and He is awesome. I was so happy that I walked home (about 1 1/2 miles) smiling all the way and praising and thanking Him.
This is how I know that I am not a mistake, that God made me this way. That I am not an abomination. This is what helped me to finally decide to transition fully and to accept and love myself just the way I am.
I was at a t girl club with my boyfriend one night and I started feeling strange. I felt like I did pcp and I thought I was going to pass out, someone spiked my drink with the date rape drug. I was too high on crystal to pass out but it was close. We left the club and I stopped in a doorway because I couldnt walk any further. He left and came back with a blanket for me. I put the blanket over me and laid down in the doorway, I passed out. I woke up a few hours later and felt hungover. We walked downtown and he was starting to shake because he had no alcohol in him. We decided to go to the bus terminal, he had friends there. It was light out when we got there and he told me to wait outside. As I was waiting way too long two guys came walking up, they cleaned up around the terminal. One of them walks up to me and calls me faggot twice. All of a sudden he sucker punches me in the face. This pissed me off and I jumped up and said “lets go”. We danced around I couldnt get a shot in but he landed five or six. His punches didnt phase me and he knew it, he backed off with a scared look on his face. I told him” you hit like a bitch”. Just then the other one started screaming at me so I screamed back. right in the middle of my rant he hit me in the side of the head with something. He rang my bell and I fell over. Just then the police showed up and didnt want to hear me. They told me to get lost, so I did, to the hospital. I remember thinking what a screwed mothers day, now Im always going to remember this. My boyfriend had never came back and I never saw him again(my choice) I have nerve damage in my ear and still hear ringing to this day.
I’ve decided to get off of Suboxone maintenance because I want to be free of it finally and it might interfere with my operations, plus I’m tired of living in fear of not having it. I have a year of clean time and 3 years of quitting dope. Suboxone is a partial agonist opiate that fills up the receptors so nothing else can get on them. Right now I’m down to 1.5 mg and thats still a lot, I need to get down to .25mg to stop taking it. Its a long drawn out taper because I have to go down 25% of the dose every drop. I put my drops at 7 days because I’m comfortable there. I’m not worried about the jump at the end because I’ve done this successfully already. I did this same taper and no crash at the end, none. If you need more information about tapering off just look up Roberts Taper, theres plenty of information there.
I was walking down Market street which is a busy area in downtown San Francisco. I came upon a sidewalk preacher, he had a microphone and amp and he was preaching the word. Everyone was ignoring him and it’s natural in the city. I walked up to him and tried to give him a few bucks but he refused, I said, ” Are you sure?”. He said, ” I don’t take money, give it to a homeless person”. I heard someone behind me say, ” GIVE IT TO A HOMELESS GUY” I turned around and there was this guy standing back by the street, the preachers bodyguard or something. I smiled at him and walked away and there was a homeless dude coming right at me so I gave him the money. The homeless dude smiled big and said “thanks and God bless you, God bless you”, as I walked away I realized the preacher never tried to save me, not a word. He was there to save people, and he had me right there to preach at. I knew he knew I was transgender, I guess I wasn’t good enough to save in his eyes. What the hell is happening to Christians these days? I am saved already but he didnt know that.
I look behind me and theres nothing to go back to. All I can do is go forward