Today, I entered a depressed state for several hours over my height dysphoria. Two things recently made it much worse: My little brother possibly becoming taller than me (haven't quite had a chance to confirm because I don't want to measure against him) and the knowledge that my growth has slowed and will possibly stop very soon.
I've realized that I can't be in this depressed state all the time, or else I won't be able to make it through college and start saving up for surgery.
This evening, I've been given time to reflect what I have already.
At a night height of 5'4.25", I am already at InFullStryde's goal and post-surgery height. I understand that him and other 5'1" to 5'4" people have wished for my height for a long time and I am grateful that I am as tall as I am already.
When I got my driver's license at almost 16 1/2, I was excited to be able to flash it at anyone who insisted I was younger than I was. I have never had an opportunity to.
This afternoon, when I was at the meat counter at the store, a worker asked me, "How may I help you today?". She saw me as an adult and assumed I was shopping on my own despite my dad being five feet to the right of me.
I understand that other users such as LittleWhiteMan at 5'1" don't have this benefit, and my heart goes out to all those who still get juvenilized (in Dr. Paley's words) even as adults, now that I'm no longer a 4'5" 6th grader.
Over the next five to seven years, I hope to dedicate my life towards getting a job as a mechanical or software engineer. Only then will I start planning my surgery for real. I previously thought of working towards a master's or PhD after college, but I decided against it for now in order to start saving up for surgery.
I'll probably still be around, but I'm likely going to post a bit less. I'm hoping to teach myself to be more accepting of my current height for as long as it takes to save up for surgery.
See you soon,
HobbesTheDog
P.S. My parents no longer have a problem with me wanting surgery. I told both my parents about it when I was 16, and they were skeptical at first.
My mom had a friend's son who got LL for dwarfism a while ago (probably external or LON/LATN) and told me I wouldn't want to do it, and even if I did she didn't think they would do it for "no reason" aka cosmetic. I then showed her Dr. Paley's CLL page.
She told my older brother in college, I knew because before I ever mentioned it to him he already knew the typical gain was 3 inches, and that the doctors I wanted at the time (Mahboubian and Debiparshad) did it for $75,000. My brother later confirmed this.
Although my mom is controlling at home, she is always telling me that when I move out I can do whatever I want even if she doesn't approve of it. She also specifically told me it's fine if I get the surgery if that's what I decide I want to do.
My dad was more empathetic at first, knowing he was the one who passed me the "short" gene. At first he was grossed out, but on my 17th birthday he actually got me to explain the entire procedure with the Stryde and everything. He once even said he would come take care of me when I do it.