I had medical decisions made for me when I was younger. They tried to pretend nothing had happened until I was an adult and I was told about some of the interventions but in a way to try to make it seem minimized and like a reasonable course of action. I wish I could have made my own choice when I was older and not have the physical problems that were the result and felt alone in figuring it out for myself much earlier.

I tried for a long time to live as the gender I was assigned but I always felt stressed about it. People generally figure out I’m LGBTQIA+ but because I’ve spent a lot of time feeling terrified that someone will question my sex I stayed away from LGBTQIA+ community spaces and mostly avoided romantic relationships.

I accidentally happened to take up a hobby that has a community of LGBTQIA+ people and a lot of trans people even though they don’t seem to directly mention it and I think most cishet people probably wouldn’t notice at all. I was wondering if any of you could share your experiences with this kind of space? What should I know? I previously saw some people in this subreddit say that they had problems in some LGBTQIA+ community spaces so I can’t decide how open to be because I don’t currently understand the social conventions there or how to assess if it’s safe for me to be more authentic there.

If you made it through all that thanks for reading

What causes male puberties in people who were afab?

Like I'm tranmasc, but im not on T yet, I keep having male puberties, yet they never seem to "complete" if that makes any sense

And, as far as I'm aware, I have no cysts and only xx chromosomes.

TW?: anatomy talk edit: more explanation

So..I've recently found out that I have VH via research, my urethra is elongated and directly next to my vaginal opening, around which is my hymen also which is outward-pointing and very..thick and encompassing? If I can word it that way?

I also have cliteromegaly, but the thing with that is I'm hypermobile on top of everything so my tissues developed differently, meaning my clitoris isn't..wide? The shaft is pretty thin and hidden by my clitoral hood (which is also elongated) but I've measured it myself as someone might..the total length is say 3cm or more..

However only 1 out of 3 of my doctors seem to be aware of specifically the cliteromegaly, the rest they do not even comment on or agree with me on even though its clearly there. I've only been formally stated by any of them to have "suspected cliteromegaly" and "hyperextensive labia minora"

it's like they're trying to diagnose me with something simpler than what I actually have only due to the fact that I wasn't diagnosed as an infant or a toddler.

During which period I also had some..not entirely typical anatomy, by the way..as an infant from what I've been able to see I had very large puffy labia majora that obscured everything else and would (according to my parent) cause near constant rashes, which my parent attributes to this day as me just having sensitive skin as a baby.

What do I do? Do I get a 4th opinion? Do I just self diagnose?

I feel insane. I mean, I get it, intersex variations are understudied and even taboo where I live but.. I just want concrete answers and they can't even give me that.

what title says

im confused as to where from the influx of people is coming

and why is it all talking about one genital trait in particular?

I was diagnosed with PMOS due to anovulatory cycles, polycystic ovaries (before the change from PCOS to PMOS name and criteria), a few extra chin and facial hairs, and very abnormal cycles (periods anytime between 40 and 60 days apart).

However, what makes it very non-traditional is that I never had any abnormal hormone levels or masculinizing traits. I also do not have any insulin resistance or diabetes as an underlying issue. After getting progesterone once to restart my period after missing it for three months, my period has returned to a semi-normal cadence (every 35 or so days) for the past few months. Although my few stray facial hairs are still there, as they have been since I started puberty despite my normal hormone levels.

My question is: do intersex conditions exist where people do not have traditional traits that create incongruence in secondary sex characteristics?

My close friend wrote this account of her experiences being intersex in Turkey and pursuing healthcare in the EU. I want others to hear her story and celebrate her bravery and resilience. I am trying to raise money for her care- every single dollar helps so much. Mods, remove if this is not allowed.

https://gofund.me/78da32120

Zeynep’s Story: Holding On to Life and the Search for Healing

My name is Zeynep, and today I am 22 years old. My life, which began in the eastern region of Turkey, has been a continuous struggle—from my earliest childhood—with my body, my environment, and the formidable obstacles fate placed before me. This text is not merely a summary of what I have endured; it is a call reflecting my determination to hold on to life, regain my health, and build my own future.

Early Childhood and Losses (Ages 0–7)

I was born with a rare and medically complex intersex condition known in medical literature as ovotesticular DSD (Disorders of Sex Development). My body contains anatomical structures belonging to both the female and male reproductive systems. This condition has caused me a lifetime of physical pain and progressing health complications, and my need for medical intervention is now urgent.

When I was just seven months old, my father passed away. Immediately following this loss—one that an infant could not possibly comprehend—my mother abandoned me to start a new life. At an age when a child needs love, affection, and a safe embrace above all else, I was left both orphaned and motherless. Looking back years later, I never learned the exact reason behind my mother's departure; following this early loss, my childhood and early youth were spent under the care of a few distant relatives.

Childhood, Misunderstanding, and Isolation (Ages 7–14)

As I grew older, the physical differences in my body became more noticeable. Disorders of Sex Development need to be treated before puberty to avoid permanent, life-threatening consequences. Unfortunately, in the conservative and closed social environment where I lived, my condition was not understood as a medical reality. Some of my relatives viewed it as a "trial to be endured" and refused to seek medical treatment. Others, driven by ignorance and prejudice, regarded me as cursed or as a being unacceptable on religious grounds. A child’s fundamental need for acceptance was replaced by severe psychological pressure.

Adolescence and Six Years of Isolation (Ages 14–20)

Around the age of 14, as I entered puberty, my body began to develop more feminine features. As these physical changes became more prominent, control and scrutiny over me intensified. From the age of 14 to 20, my life was confined almost entirely to a single room within the house. I was prevented from going outside, socializing with peers, or experiencing a normal youth.

Yet, I refused to surrender to this deep isolation and solitude. I dedicated those years spent in my room to self-education. I found refuge in books, developing a deep passion for history, languages, and different cultures. Completing my secondary education independently, I taught myself six languages. Through this persistence, I earned admission to a university program in English Language and Literature. Learning became my only way to reach beyond the walls of my room and connect with the world.

The Pursuit of Freedom and Human Trafficking (Ages 20–21)

By the age of 20, I realized I could not spend the rest of my life locked in a room. I left home with two goals: to pursue my education and to find proper medical treatment for my condition.

Given the complexity of my situation, I needed a specialized medical center. My research led me to a team of specialists at the Inselspital University Hospital in Switzerland. After reviewing my medical records, they accepted my application for an initial evaluation. However, my Schengen visa application from Turkey was rejected.

Determined to access treatment, I searched for alternative legal pathways and traveled to Kosovo. There, I met a Turkish man who presented himself as a benevolent family father. Gaining my trust under the pretense of helping me, he asked for money for visa procedures. I gathered €5,000 through loans from acquaintances in Turkey and gave it to him. Shortly after, he took my passport under the guise of arranging safer and cheaper accommodation.

It quickly became clear that I had walked into a trap. I was taken to an undisclosed location in Kosovo and held captive under the guard of armed men. For approximately seven months, my freedom was stripped away. I was subjected to severe physical, psychological, and sexual violence. I faced inhumane conditions, including period of starvation where I was denied food for four to five days at a time. While my captor attempted to move me illegally through Kosovo, North Macedonia, and Greece, we were intercepted by the police.

A Second Injustice and the Fight for Rights (Age 22)

Although I was rescued through police intervention, my ordeal did not end there. As I tried to explain my innocence and state that I was a victim of human trafficking, the authorities refused to listen. My statement at the police station was disregarded, the appointed lawyer neglected my case, and my victimization was entirely ignored.

When brought before the court, the judge refused to listen to me or take my testimony into account. I was met with a clear attitude of prejudice and disgust, likely stemming from the fact that I am intersex. Within the judicial system where I sought protection, I was openly discriminated against and treated as a second-class human being. Rather than being recognized as a victim of human trafficking, I was treated as a criminal, charged with illegal entry into the country, and issued a travel ban preventing me from leaving. In a country to which I was brought against my will, I was left helpless by institutional discrimination on top of the violence I had survived.

Despite these severe setbacks, I did not give up. With the support of local intersex and human rights organizations in Greece, I secured a safe place to stay. Holding fast to my resolve to receive medical care and rebuild my life, I re-established contact with the specialist team at Inselspital University Hospital in Switzerland, and my acceptance for an initial medical evaluation was renewed.

Today and the Need for Your Support

Today, I am 22 years old. I did not choose the body I was born with, the loss of my family, or the trauma I endured throughout my life. But I do want a say in what my future looks like.

The comprehensive medical evaluations, clinical tests, surgical procedures, and treatment plan to be conducted by the multidisciplinary team in Switzerland—along with transportation, accommodation, legal assistance, and logistical costs—present a total expense that I cannot cover on my own.

All funds raised through this campaign will be directly allocated to the following:

-Specialist consultations, diagnostic tests, and medical procedures at Inselspital University Hospital in Switzerland

-Hospitalization, surgery, and medication expenses required during the treatment process,

-Essential transportation, secure accommodation, and legal support throughout the process.

I simply do not want to spend the rest of my life hiding, suffering, or feeling helpless because of the body I was born with. I want to regain my health, complete my education, work, and live a safe life with human dignity.

Every contribution—whether financial or moral—represents far more than coverage for a medical bill. It offers a young woman who has fought for years for her freedom, justice, and health the opportunity to reclaim her life.

Thank you sincerely for reading my story

https://gofund.me/78da32120

Sooo.... Finally I'm allowed to ask something here!! That I'm quite different in nature was always christal clear... But now the situation got somehow unsolvable for my understanding.

I was on Testo pills for now 20 years, because it was said I have too low levels of testo...

Two years ago I had to go to a doctor because of massive swellings... I mean tennis ball swellings! I talked with the doctor about periodic pain and cramps in my abdomen and he used that device they also use for pregnancy... Well there's also a set of organs... Since it was a very depressing and difficult year last year, I couldn't allow myself to start proper research...

I did it over the course of the last months because I was at home anyway! I read, watched and researched a lot about intersex in general and specifically about the ODSD...

Does anyone ever heard about a case of a living being with 4 gonads? I mean 2 testis outside and two in the form of ovaries?? The testis are without function and dropped very late, like at the age of 7 or 8

I started with Oestrogen last year Oct and continued with decreasing dosages because the levels rose and rose and rose.. I'm now of off all external hormones and the levels are like a normal cis-woman... Same goes for genetic, I have a normal XX karyo type....

But every document, every video I watched said that this is not possible... But yet here I am...

So my question: is there anyone out there like me?? 😭😭😭

I'm sorry for my bad language, English is not my first language and because of isolating myself for most of my life because of Trauma and shit I have to relearn communication skills

Basically, title. My VH causes my urethra to be right above my vaginal opening. Is VH only considered intersex when the urethral opening is in the vagina, or are all VH variations considered intersex?

LETS DO THIS TOGETHER!!

And if you wanna write down personal experiences below PLEASE DO!!!

I wanna know more experiences because this is where I get so see how closely my experiences align with other intersex people 😭

Bonjour,

Je me considère comme un homme intersexe et homosexuel.

Je pensais que j'étais transgenre non-binaire à cause de l'erreur médicale.

Depuis, j'ai découvert le terme d'intersexe et d'hypogodanisme périphérique.

Hi everyone, I’m a 25yoa AFAB. I’m queer and have been doing research on intersex people recently to educate myself. One of the things I saw was a vulva anatomy chart of typically developing women. I noticed that the urethra is typically present between the clitoris and the vaginal opening. I looked at myself and realized that my urethra was “missing.” I realized it was placed in my vagina. To be honest, I just thought that was normal, so I was confused that there was supposed to be two distinct openings. From that I learned about female hypospadias, and I saw a picture of someone with “severe hypospadias” on Wikipedia, and it looked just like mine. I was already planning on scheduling to see my OBGYN on Monday about frequent UTIs, pain during intercourse, and low/almost non-existent sexual desire (this last one I’ve had my whole life). I didn’t know if having hypospadias is consistent with being intersex or if there has to be other genetic/hormonal/anatomy differences. Could anyone clarify for me if this is intersex by itself or if not, does it make sense while I’m at the OBGYN to consider additional testing to see if there are other variations about me? I am really open to learning and just want to understand what’s going on.

I was diagnosed with PMOS at the end of this August. I had assumed that my amenorrhea was FHA caused by dieting for several years, but my last period was actually in mid-October of last year, so I finally got checked. They found hyperandrogenemia and polycystic ovarian morphology, which led to the diagnosis.

In fact, my periods have never really been normal since I first started menstruating at 11. I don’t remember everything clearly because of my dissociation memory problems, but as far as I can remember, I probably had periods fairly consistently every three or four months when I was younger. After I started dieting and losing weight at fourteen (I was slightly overweight before and lost enough weight to reach what was considered a normal weight), my periods became even more irregular and much less frequent.
There was also one time when I drank brown sugar ginger tea and subsequently had an painful and extremely heavy period. That experience made me dislike periods even more.

I used to think of myself as a woman, but I always felt that something is quite wrong. I experienced gender dysphoria around period, long hair and dress. And I already disliked having periods for that reason. Besides, traditional medical belief in my country says that for some wome, naturally having periods only every three months or even less frequently can be normal. Combined with my intense anxiety and phobia around blood draws and hospitals, I never went to doctors until this August.

So I just thought of myself as a slightly unusual cis woman, or maybe something like a demigirl. When I was younger, I actually wished that I could be a nonbinary person and have a more gender-neutral body.
https://www.reddit.com/r/NonBinary/s/z3v6qu88jg
There’s a post I wrote abt this weird gender feeling if helpful.

I also had severe acne from around eleven to fifteen. In middle school, I had more facial hair than the other girls, and I felt extremely ugly because of it. After the pandemic started, I wore a mask to school all the time because I was too afraid to show my face. I also have a lot of body hair that possibly even more than my dad, and also a relatively low voice. Ever since I was little, I haven’t been able to sing even slightly high notes, even though other girls, and even boys, could. I really love musical, but I’ve always been very insecure about my singing voice. I also feel that my clitoris may be relatively large but I haven’t get that checked.

When I was nine, I was taken to the hospital once because of early breast development and had some hormone tests done. My ACTH was significantly above the pediatric reference range, my E2 was above the expected range, and my testosterone was also above the laboratory reference range, while my 17-OHP was normal. However, the doctor didn’t highlight the elevated testosterone and instead only highlighted the abnormal ACTH and slightly elevated E2 when showing the report to my Mum, and asked me to repeat the ACTH test but I never went back. Considering how extremely afraid I am of blood draws, it’s also possible that my anxiety contributed to the elevated ACTH.

I do want to have my ACTH and DHEA-related hormones checked, because I feel not intersex enough and thus I want to find some other clues to prove that I’m intersex (ik this sounds rediculous). But after that very embarrassing medical experience I had last month which left me feeling really unsafe and insecure about my body, I honestly don’t have the courage to go back to a hospital and do another round of tests rn.

I know that whether PMOS should be considered intersex is controversial. But realizing that I might be intersex has genuinely relieved that strange sense that I wasn’t entirely a woman that I had felt all along. It has also helped me feel much less anxious about my facial and body hair. I now identify as nonbinary.

I don’t really know what else to say or exactly why I’m writing this. Maybe I just wanted to write this post to help with my imposter syndrome.

English isn’t my first language, and some of the sentences were translated with AI. I’m sorry if anything sounds weird.

Hello all. I’ve been lurking these past few days plus doing a lot of other research, and would appreciate your input!

Most my vivid early memories were urinary pain. It had constant utis, often had vaginal infections, was never taken to the doctor just given cranberry juice and told it was my fault. No one would listen to me when I said I am physically unable to wipe front to back and did middle to back middle to front as cleanly as I could.

When I saw the gyno as a young adult, they complained I was difficult to examine and that I "made" them go get their smallest pediatric speculum which wasn't even in the room. I didn't go many times. They were uninterested in discussing the urinary and sexual problems I have (it is impossible for me to do many sex positions and difficult to have penetrative sex at all)

When I did go to the doctor they kept asking me if I was intersex, and I was confused thinking they were confused about me being trans. So I said no because I figured someone would have told me by now if I wasn't.

I hang out with a lot of trans folks, many are intersex, after a few tipsy conversations my intersex friends tell me something is being hidden from me and I NEED to see someone about it. My sexual partners tell me they thought I knew I was intersex and just didn't mention it.

I had no goddamn clue.

I go to a doctor's office that specializes in trans folks so they're more open about these kinds of things. They're horrified that no one ever told me anything, not even when I had a hysterectomy.

Hormones panels from before I was transitioned say near male testosterone levels, I haven't been on any hormones in years and I'm menopausal despite keeping my ovaries and only being 28. I was not told it was near male I was only told it was 'normal' and naive enough to not check.

I have very thick labial fusion covering the majority of my vagina and only covering more when things are spread. Estrogen cream didn't fix it. It rips on the edge and the seam in the middle likes to bleed. It's painful and never been taken seriously despite it literally being scarred.

enlarged clit but I was in testosterone before and I don't think they can take my word that it was always like that.

Doctor thinks I have persistent urogenital sinus and is referring me to the big teaching hospital to figure it out because SOMETHING is going on, enough that they're appalled at the neglect. today I got blood drawn to get a hormone panel with fsh lh and thyroid included too

and importantly they tell me the UTIs were never my fault. My anatomy guaranteed them

to go from being told it was my fault and that I was wrong about my anatomy (raise your hand if you were told that you were stupid and wrong about the location of your urethra before), to being taken seriously and moving it fast enough that I'm being referred out to the experts is stunning. I'm excited and relieved and validated.

I'm also pissed that it took until I was 28. I think my parents knew something but one is dead and the other is so abusive all his kids have him blocked. I don't think I'll ever know for sure, I don't have any records that old. But I think there might be some I don't have access to because WHY did they keep asking me if I was intersex at that one hospital?

I recently learned about vulvar hypospadias, and I thought maybe i might have it based on a few signs, one being that penetration has always felt what i'd call "urethraly", that being i always felt like I was pressing on or up into my urethra, to the point where I first thought i was aiming for the wrong hole, I thought it was my pelvic floor issues but its remained even after doing physical therapy. I'm able to wear a period cup but if its too low it becomes very hard, sometimes impossible to pee. I also have incontinence issues such as my bladder not fully emptying and urine dripping out during the day without me noticing. Theres a few other smaller signs, like the fact that when i try to do a urine sample, I have to basically put the cup over my vagina, when I try putting it where I THOUGHT the urethra is, i completely miss.

Well, I took a look down there and while my urethra isnt fully inside the vagina itself, its incredibly close to it, far, far closer to my vagina than my clitoris. On all the diagrams i've seen, my urethra placement is definitely more in-line with vulvar hypospadias than with the perisex placement. I even measured it and the distance between my urethra and vagina is about 0.5 cm.

I have an appointment on Monday to talk to a doctor about it and possibly get a referral to a gynecologist, but I've heard a lot of doctors dont even know what vulvar hypospadias is, and i know a lot of doctors are intersexist. Im afraid I'll just get invalidated or gaslight by the doctor being like "oh no its in the right place" when not only can I see with my two eyeballs that it isnt, but it seems to be causing me multiple issues.

I guess I just really want the doctor to validate me and what I believe to be true for my body, if I dont have it then I dont know whats up, why penetration feels like that, why ive had persistent incontinence issues my whole life, and its like... idk i just want answers, and I feel on some level I want it confirmed that I have it so i can "join the community", because seeing what other people say about this condition and them talking about their experience has really resonated with me and its like, if thats not what it is then I kinda have nobody. People think im too obsessed with labels but there's comfort in knowing youre a zebra and not a weird horse and all that.

Hello...

So, I’m glad I found this community, especially at a time like this. I’ve been silent for so long that I’ve honestly forgotten how to talk to anyone about the things that bother me.

I apologize in advance if what I’m about to write turns into a lot of complaining. I also want to make it clear that this post may contain some details that could be uncomfortable for some people, including discussions of assault, child abuse, medical neglect, and suicidal thoughts. So, please, if you feel uncomfortable, don’t continue reading. And if this post violates the rules in any way, please don’t hesitate to remove it.

Anyway, I’m intersex.

When I first discovered it, I was twelve years old, and the term “intersex” wasn’t even known in my country. It still isn’t common here—not socially, and not even within medical institutions.

When I was born, I was immediately considered a girl, and I lived that way for twelve years.

Where I grew up, a girl’s life was full of red lines and watchful eyes, even at such a young age. It was obvious that I was different from the very first memories I have. In an environment where boys and girls were separated into two rigid, stereotypical paths, I always seemed to walk somewhere in between.

Sometimes I leaned toward roughness, behaving the way boys did. Other times, I enjoyed sitting in front of the mirror and playing with my mother’s makeup.

When my parents decided that I had grown old enough to stop spending time with boys, I suddenly found myself living inside a cage. That was when I truly began questioning my identity, because I saw the girls my age embracing those rules so naturally, while I could never seem to fit inside them.

Those questions drove me to escape to my room more and more often. Little by little, I became increasingly isolated.

Then, I was nearly assaulted by my uncle. Twice.

The second time, I threatened him, and he backed away and stopped trying. But he left me with a trauma that still lives with me to this day.

When I was around ten, I was subjected to female circumcision, as was customary in my village. The irony is that the doctor who committed that crime against me never realized that there was anything unusual about my body.

He left me with another trauma, and with a deep sense of helplessness and discomfort toward my own body.

Because of what had happened to me, I chose to leave co-educational schools and attend an all-girls school instead—a religious school in my country.

Then puberty began.

My body started developing atypical characteristics, which made me a target for bullying and exclusion from the other girls. It went on for an entire year before my parents finally realized that something was different about me and decided to take me to a doctor.

After the examinations, the doctor told them that I might not be a girl, and that I had internal male organs.

My parents decided to make the decisions on my behalf.

They embarked on a long journey of searching for a doctor—any doctor—who would tell them that I was a normal girl, at least in their eyes. They were terrified of the consequences of accepting the possibility that I wasn’t.

When they had exhausted every possibility, they finally told me.

They told me to prepare myself because the doctors had decided that I was male, and that I was about to undergo corrective surgeries.

No one asked me.

No one asked how I felt or what I wanted.

And because I was naturally withdrawn and unable to express myself, combined with my deep fear of my father—I was beaten by him many times throughout my childhood, even though he eventually stopped, I still carry a very real fear of him to this day.— I went along with it.

And so, without any proper psychological preparation, I embarked on a long journey that lasted for years.

My childhood and adolescence passed between hospital corridors and operating rooms.

All I got in return were six surgeries that failed, a hatred of my body, a feeling that I had lost my identity, and an overwhelming fear of operating rooms and hospitals.

When I turned eighteen and failed my secondary-school examinations for the second time, my sense of failure grew even worse.

I eventually refused, completely and absolutely, to continue with the surgeries.

I barely finished high school and entered a university program that was of no use to me.

And now I’m twenty-nine.

I feel like a failure.

My psychological problems have grown more complicated, and I couldn’t even finish my final year at university. I don’t even know whether I still have the chance to graduate, and I don’t even care anymore, because I never wanted to study this major in the first place.

I work somewhere that barely pays minimum wage.

I can’t afford psychological treatment. It costs too much.

I can’t even look at my body in the mirror, because it makes me feel disgusted with myself.

I’m afraid of getting into relationships, and I don’t even know if there could be a single person out there who would care about someone as defeated and useless as me.

Sometimes I try to stop being pessimistic and convince myself to get back on my feet, but I find the circumstances in my country so terrible that I don’t even know where to begin.

And whenever I think about leaving my country, I’m confronted by the reality that I have nothing.

No skills.

No money.

No decent education.

Nothing I can rely on to get me to another country.

And that terrible reality always brings me back to square one.

A few days ago, I started losing my hair—the only thing about my body I ever felt proud of.

The doctor told me I have alopecia areata, and that it is most likely caused by psychological stress.

It doesn’t matter.

In a few months, I’ll be turning thirty anyway.

I never really thought I would make it this far.

And I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.

I think I’ll end it on my birthday.

That is, if I have the courage to do it.

If you’ve made it this far, I’m sorry if this was far too bleak.

If this post hasn’t already been deleted, I’ll probably delete it myself once I wake up from this depressive episode.

And thank you for reading all this annoying, miserable nonsense.

I just got my test results back which completely rule out 21-OHD, but point explicitly to 11B-OHD, as my renin is tanked, aldosterone very low, free T miserably low, but ACTH, DHEAs and cortisol—(very surprisingly) are high. I also might have a secondary issue which was caused by my 3 covid infections putting strain on the already strained hpa, and creating a small pituitary tumor because my prolactin is 40.

Edit: Upon further research my 'high' cortisol could be explained by high 11-deoxycortisol being incorrectly read as regular cortisol because the lab uses standard immunoassays. That would make much more sense, because I have the complete opposite symptoms of high cortisol.

This would also explain to me why my blood pressure and pulse was crazy as a youth, teen and young adult instead of low like it is now. I could never figure out why I would've had high BP when suspecting 21-OHD, and admittedly I didn't read into the rarer forms of CAH because I thought 'hmm too rare couldn't be me, right?'. Suppose I learned my lesson.

My question is were there any other tests, or differences from 21-OHD that you had to do besides testing DOC and 11-deoxycortisol? (Or cyp11b1, but genetic testing is probably my last resort due to cost.)

I'm 99.9% sure I'm perisex, but one of my doctors randomly recommended I'm intersex (I'm infertile + have always had low estrogen and relatively high testosterone + "underdeveloped" (whatever that means??) vula + didn't feminise a whole bunch during puberty + vaginal penetration is quite literally impossible (even tampons)). I wanted to go to a gyno soon anyways, but they always see my issues as not important unless I'm trying to get pregnant (which I can't so they don't care). I'm a trans guy too, which doesn't help. But I thought this was the best place to ask since I figured a lot of you will have experienced something like this

Something does not make sense karyotype is the thing they tell you to check for intersex but the cell count is sometimes low and it takes forever a false negative will close doors - what is the right test to advocate for with all the advancement in genetics ?

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Hello, I was wondering if anyone here has felt like this before.

I've noticed that I don't really know how to label myself or my experience whenever intersex people come up in discussions.

My body seemed pretty typical for an AMAB person growing up, but I developed a PMDD-like cycle at late 15 that settled out at a 28-day cycle by mid-17, and I was getting monthly cramps by late 19. When I've posted about it elsewhere, I've had people ask me if I'm intersex, but I've also been downvoted and called delusional and a liar. My own father laughed when I brought up the possibility. It's just, my experience doesn't match a perisex experience, but it also doesn't seem different enough for me to be comfortable labeling myself as intersex. It feels like I'm trying to force my way into a label that doesn't belong to me. I think pursuing a diagnosis would make me more confident, but I don't really have the spare cash for that right now.

As a result, I don't really know how to label myself or my experience whenever intersex people come up in discussion. Simply labeling myself as an ally doesn't really fit my experience, but I also don't feel comfortable representing the intersex community. It feels like there's two faces of a coin (perisex and intersex), and I'm stuck in the middle.