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Reading the Daily Mirror the other day.

 

 

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A leading British surgeon has called for Transgender  women to be entitled to womb transplants so they can have their own babies.

 

Sadly Im to old to really be a Mother. I Fathered my children and belive i did a good job. Considering how they accepted my Gender dysphoria and we still enjoy each others company no diffrent to how they did before my diagnosis. I still love them with all my heart.

 

Would you have a womb transplant should it become avaliable?

 

I may have said im to old but if if this was 30 years ago i would have jumped at the chance to bear my own children. Being a Mother would be the part of my life that sadly i  have never had in my time but the future for many others is still unwritten

 

My one big concern with this is the criteiria for such a transplant. Would it be avaliable to all who do not identify as male or just to those who have the nerological and biological condition of gender dysphoria? I ask this question as the ethical implications dont bare thinking about. We are at the end of the day talking about the creation of life

 

Would you?

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Very interesting question.  I myself at 40 would pass and opt for adoption. I did want more kids, I have one wonderful son.

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This is such an interesting possibility.  I am also well past childbearing age but the possibility made me consider how i would feel if younger in a society that is increasingly accepting.  It would be lovely if this was a possible alternative for those who want children.  It certainly pulls at the definitions of gender and sex.  I'm curious to watch how the possibilities develop.

 

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Charlize

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I lived it vicariously through my soul mate, I envied her body, I wanted her parts, I went to birthing classes with her, all these expectant mothers there, it was awesome. Today I am 60, and glad to be over the child rearing years honestly, it was hard enough raising 2 daughters. Parenting is a long road, that never ends. I sometimes dream of what it would have been like to carry a child inside me, it's an awesome thought, I hope that it becomes possible for those that desire such things, I believe it's only a matter of time before it's medically safe and widely available. Perhaps in another life I may experience such things. 

 

Thanks for posting this topic dear

 

Cyndee -

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1 hour ago, Cyndee said:

I lived it vicariously through my soul mate, I envied her body, I wanted her parts, I went to birthing classes with her, all these expectant mothers there, it was awesome. Today I am 60, and glad to be over the child rearing years honestly, it was hard enough raising 2 daughters. Parenting is a long road, that never ends. I sometimes dream of what it would have been like to carry a child inside me, it's an awesome thought, I hope that it becomes possible for those that desire such things, I believe it's only a matter of time before it's medically safe and widely available. Perhaps in another life I may experience such things. 

 

Thanks for posting this topic dear

 

Cyndee -

I know what you mean Cyndee. Many women I talked with never understood why I would want the plumbing that caused periods. but I wanted it all. I did not want to be different from a natural woman. I too wanted a womb and uterus and eggs. All of it. I wanted to give birth. However, like you, my childbearing/raising days are long gone and I just want to be complete.

With love, LouiseRose

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My child bearing years are also past; however, I would jump at the chance to have all the correct female parts.  I few years ago I read about a researcher at Duke University who is, in the early phases, or creating replacement organs for people.This could really revolutionize the transplant business, instead of finding someone a kidney the doctors would grow them a new one and implant it.  It makes me wonder if they could eventually grow someone the correct sex organs.  It makes me wonder what future GCS would be like?  You would enter with all the male parts and leave with ALL the females parts.  Maybe on dilation because a natal vagina does not require dilation.  No HRT required because the ovaries would make it naturally.  I think in someways it sounds like a science fiction story, but I be in the next 10 to 20 years we will be moving that way.

 

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I have dreamt of having a large family for most of my life - for me the dream was never about being in the hospital giving birth, but afterwards - helping to raise them day to day, feeding, changing, cuddling, watching them reach for their dreams, being there when they needed someone to cry on or to help them through feeling sick, holidays at the seaside, laughing and supporting them into being their own people. I am still regularly amazed that I am living that dream - mine were never breastfed so I have literally done every part of childcare that is traditionally ascribed to the "mum" or the "dad" and I call it parenting very deliberately, even though they call me dad or daddy (sometimes my daughter calls me Deedeeor mummy by mistake which melts my heart) - my fear is that because they already have a mum, at 10 and 11 they are easily influenced by the adults around them and may not accept me if others decide not to - equally I know that I would prefer to tell them if I could so that they could share in my questions.. 

 

I know that if things had been different even if it wasn't a part of transitioning I would have accepted a womb in a heartbeat if it would have meant less stress or risk to my partners or childrens health.

 

As it was we had agreed to adopt if children were not in the cards.  JaneShannon is right in that the medical profession is heading towards some interesting discussions in the future.

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I have vestigial ovaries and uterus. I wonder if after GRS they might be able to turn them on?

 

Oddly... When my hips were replaced, Dr Kilgore made my hips wider. He was the one that pointed out and questioned the "foreign to male anatomy" vestigial organs in my body. 

 

Hmmm... Reminds me of that Schwarzenegger movie "Twins"

ROFLMAO???

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Would I have a womb transplant?  Well, I am in pretty good health for someone my age, but I doubt anyone would consider me a candidate for such a major surgery.  Now if I was 20 or 30 years old, felt like I do today and have the opportunity to become a complete female, I would do it.  

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I would have a womb transplant in a heartbeat.

id love to have all of the female parts, uterus, womb, ovaries, cervix etc.

I’d love the sensation of having a period, I feel it would complete me into a real woman. 

 

First things first though, gender reassignment surgery......getting a vagina and cliteris will be a massive step and one I am totally ready for x

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