The whole idea seems pretty creepy to me, especially now. I mean, why would someone want to induce amnesia in him or her self. Ever since I undertook it, the journey from the gender that was imposed on me to the one I truly am has seemed to be, or at least should be, one toward greater balance rather than the creation of a new imbalance.
While I am not looking to deny the fact that I lived as male for more than four decades, and did many things that are completely congruent with life as a male, I am moving away from many aspects of that life. I have come to realize this because of two people who have seen this blog, and other places online where I'm present, and have contacted me. Both say they want to be in touch. One was a classmate (more or less) at Rutgers; the other is a woman with whom I had a relationship.
While there is much about both of those times in my life that I'd just as soon forget--and, in fact, have forgotten--I realize now that those two people are not necessarily embodiments of what I'd like to forget (or, for that matter, remember) about those times. The classmate was, in fact, a good friend to me at that time in my life. Perhaps she could be one again. As for the former paramour, I have no desire to have the kind of relationship we once had. So, I am asking myself what, if anything, I want to renew, or can be renewed, about our relationship--or whether it's possible to build some sort of new relationship.
And somehow I suspect that my old classmate doesn't have the sort of lurid curiosity others from my past have shown when they found out about my transition.