Anyone I’ve shared this with “in real life” has always opened with this. Followed by a gaping mouth stare at me, considering whether I should be admitted to a medical facility or not. It’s very bizarre. But… I am so glad I did it, went through with it.
My PA is a thing that is just mine, ours known only to my closest of close friends (in fact, my offline friends that are aware number in the low single digits I’m sure).
I think that’s a huge part of why I love it so much though. That it’s a truly private thing, something that was conquered. Of COURSE I was terrified. OMG, have you read the tales of people getting a PA? There are even videos of it being done and I’ll never forget the one I saw, just before I went in, where the guy was screaming at the top of his lungs. You’d think he’d given birth, had the baby re-installed and given birth again – to put it lightly.
You can read about my experience here, I have a dedicated page that talks about the realities around it all. (standard disclaimer applies, your mileage may vary, void where prohibited by law, blah, blah, blah).
But the PA has been fun, challenging at times, scary to get, private, and something that has had an impact on real-life. I wrote a post that addressed the whole “can she feel it” thing – spoiler alert: yep.
I have written fiction and non-fiction about the fact that it messes with your body at the most interesting times. Think you’ve stopped just in time edging? bwahahahahaha! Nope.
I’m really glad I got the whole thing done. It’s a story, an experience, a secret and it’s all private. You know, to share with all of you. 🙂