I am a castrated woman. Therefore, I am exhausted. Continually exhausted. I have to push myself every minute of every day, and I have to be selective about how I “spend” what little energy I do have. Thank goodness, I am a good actress, and most people would never guess that I am functioning exhausted, every day of my life.
I am a castrated woman. Therefore, I am crazy. Loveable but crazy. Psychologically, I have been shattered into a million pieces, and I spend my life trying to hold myself together, mentally and emotionally. Most of the time, it feels as though I’m not “me” anymore. Thank goodness I am a good actress, and most people would probably describe me as an interesting fireball and a little bit crazy, but charmingly so.
I am a castrated woman. Therefore, I am living with so many additional resulting health issues, the list is way too long to mention each one. Dealing with all these problems has put tremendous strain on my acting ability, but I do the best I can.
As the years have passed, it has been more and more difficult to deal with all of the unfixable consequences that were caused by the destructive surgery of hysterectomy and castration. I have survived for nearly 40 years, through stubbornness and determination, but at some point, my acting ability will be all used up. How I wish I had known that, unless there is invasive cancer or uncontrollable bleeding, this disabling surgery is totally unnecessary.
Every year in this country, approximately half a million unsuspecting women subject themselves to this surgery, because they are not informed about the numerous, life-changing problems they could face afterward.
I have never been courageous enough to “go public” with warnings. I prefer to do so in private ways, such as this anonymous article. If you have never heard this warning before, please trust me. I am telling you the truth.
Maybe, I should have shouted from the rooftops years ago. To any woman I might have warned, who is suffering now, I do apologize. One of the problems, in trying to “sound the alarm” is the fact that there are women who would tell you that what I have said is ridiculous. Maybe these women are the lucky ones, who have experienced only a few adverse after effects, and have no idea what it’s like for those of us who have had to deal with numerous, life-long problems we never could have imagined.
To those women who may have sailed through hysterectomy and castration with very few problems afterward, I am delighted for your good fortune. However, please be sensitive to the fact that many of us have been left with a half-alive, nightmare existence that never ends. When we try to warn other women, it’s because we care about them. How I wish somebody would have warned me, nearly 40 years ago.
If you are considering hysterectomy and/or castration, you may have to decide whom to trust: the woman who cares enough to warn you or the one who says I am ridiculous.