there i also a not as small as one may think group of people with genetic intersex conditions. It is possible to be reproductive physically a different sex to one's chromosomes, in certain conditions, and viably fertile also. Yet this is just one to highlight which is arguably very difficult for those affected to openly seek treatment but for whom the quality of life to even imagine having a family without passing on those genes would be a immense quality of life improvement, even saving immeasurable mental and emotion anguish. Positive outcomes - even the chance of successful results might massively outweigh any ethics perceived to be contrary to making a attempt at genetic self modification. Unfortunately such people rarely have any (open regarding their condition) interface with the world and laws permit still for those who underwent surgery in infancy to be kept unaware if they do not themselves discover e.g. "residual organs". When I first considered this, someone I used to know well was raised as a boy, until her teens. She was lucky. Some I am quite sure can live live completely confused, disassociated with reality because they are raised if not even to conform then assuming gender behaviour that can lead to at best deep uncertainty and at worst real mental health problems (of physical origin, and it is possible even for ovarian cells to co-exist within testicles producing progesterone and hormonal cycles that are thoroughly destabilising, potentially with calamitous effect. I am such a person.

This organisation, below, provides the clearest information I discovered, having reached the second half of my life before by accident of a infection, I learned my actual sex and it was physically real, manifest, hidden (by massive cognitive dissonance and then my 30s spent as a almost unhinged hypochondriac) by my family who created outrageous trouble to avoid conveying any basic detail whatsoever, even when I was clearly emotionally breaking down continuously my family were too scared for imaginary reprisals to inform me so I might attempt to deal with it. I had the opposite reaction to my family's fears: I simply wept for months out of relief, and conveniently had amateurishly studied lots of psychology and psychiatry in the vain hope f deciphering my family's behaviour towards me, which study permitted me to grapple with reality very effectively. It means something when decades of anguish is not any person's fault no matter the pain. But my discover was 18 months ago, and no amount of begging, truly begging, grovelling, has even gained me elementary healthcare needs such as handling infections or averting recurrence. Sure, I have a functional mind I hope still potentially evident, but I have been met with the most consistent humiliation when in need possible. I am risking poor taste in humor but Chelsea Manning was for a time my private nemesis. My family contrived to have me imprisoned and I was acquitted comprehensively, without any need t refer the reality their behaviour had been outrageously abusive, and so I am treated as a mental trauma case or tolerated at the very best. I probably shall have to write the book to one day make this story accessible, beyond this comment - I have had zero problems with openness which I felt required lest I bury a dangerous amount in my head risking genuine mental health worries later on. But ironically most of the ease has so far been because of disbelief. I did not believe until long past my "redundant organs" had been convulsing dramatically and in excruciating pain for many months to resuscitate themselves and regain bloodflow. Disused musculature atrophies and solidifies. I believe my abdominal muscles had contracted so mkuch they crushed my lower spine near my sacrum, and I literally unwound and gained 2 inches in height i had strangely lost since my late teens. Maybe my poor taste in humor was not welcome, when frustrated I quipped "but at least now I know why some little old ladies end up shrinking and bent over... and they had more action than i had in the just ast 5 decades.

I have no idea if there is anything more I would willingly answer if anyone was curious, but the sole consideration I have now is, late in life as it may be: is it possible for me to have children wh are not affected by my genetics? I'm literally posting this from a throwaway with little concern mainly because of the character of HN is not one I fear in any way, but driven by despair, for I am acutely depressed and recently gave up even trying to obtain any help. The onlykind on offer is strictly to treat my medical condition as a mental healthy problem, and it simply is not wise to pursue any course that will tend inevitably to mis-diagnosis. Prior to my unknown sex regaining life within my body, my health was terrifyingly poor.Young lads in their 20s asked if I was 30, whereas 6 months before I was assumed to be 10 years above my age, being a long way past 30. Solely I believe because my unknown body was no longer putrefying decaying or whatever happens when a set of female sexual organs (seemingly pretty complete) are sewn shut as son after birth as practicable. I think I have enough to begin a new career related to what I learned. But all I want to know, please, lest there be no peace in my heart or mind, is can I have normal kids? I read these areas of science in not prayer lest I permit unfounded optimism, but in conscientious thought, what risks do I trade for the sake of a child of my own? I would be far from alone the organisation relevant to this can be fund at www.rarechromo.org

(I should add also that my family, to avert potential discover of my real physical sex, promoted questions abut my mental health as part of what I think was a extraordinary level of abuse. I have no record of MH issues, friends I grew up with reached the absolute top of the related professions and would not even diagnose something like bi-polar disorders. At times one begs for diagnosis. Maybe not coincidentally both friends quit from exalted positions in psycho-pharma test and research and psychiatry respectively and I strongly suspect they had ethical misgivings; and they left really exalted positions for their age at their peak, certainly no hint of any cloud over either in any way) I ended up in jail because that was definitely preferable to accepting other forms of "justice", when frankly the entirety of the situation was nothing more than abuse on a whole other level of me, whilst they kept secret the very reason I was so vulnerable. (I thought as a man, but reacted as a woman, in many cases - that is to neat a explanation, I am still overwhelmed by reappraisal of my entire life, and suffered extreme memory problems, one f the first i wrote up in detail read back to me as if it was a mental segfault.; I had lost many many years of my memory prior to this stage. Anyhow, one day a book, definitely. I fear for who else may be similar, that they had not the resources nor capability I had to merely survive. Whilst incarcerated I was defrauded of absolutely everything. But, well, so another startup required....)