Really.
It’s good. If I didn’t have down times I wouldn’t be human.
I’m sitting here in my comfy chair, listening to music, typing on my laptop and I am content.
Tag: transition
I am transgender
I am not choosing my gender.
I am choosing to show the world, on the outside, who I have always been on the inside.
It still hurts.
It.Still.Fucking.Hurts. I wasn’t enough. I’m not worth knowing. I did irreparable damage over 15 years. She’s embarrassed of me. She’s ashamed to have been married to me. She doesn’t want people to know that I’m the ex. “She’s not my husband.” Some of these I still feel so strongly at times. Others zip in and… Continue reading It still hurts.
The app finally gendered me correctly. 😂
That is all.
I’m doing okay.
That doesn’t mean it’s been easy. I’m only two months post divorce (officially). We were pretty well separated when I moved out November 1. Moving on with your own life when someone else was so closely a part of that life for so long – it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever been faced with. It’s… Continue reading I’m doing okay.
Ma’am.
I’m trying to take care of myself mentally and physically. The mental part has actually come quite easily since coming out. Without the continual mental struggle against dysphoria and feeling like a mistake, I find myself mentally clear and present. I’m just happy. I’m more productive at work. I’m present in more moments with my… Continue reading Ma’am.
The beginning.
“Hormones were probably delayed because my brain was looking for estrogen and my body was like, “nope, that’s not what the purchase order says.”
A Monumental Weekend.
As far as the government is concerned, I am officially and have been ‘her’ since I was born.
The beginning.
Episode 2. The middle years. This is a short episode, covering middle school and high school. Why is it short? Middle and high school are blurry. I don’t have any great memories from that period in my life. I can’t even blame puberty – I was a late bloomer. I didn’t fit in. I was… Continue reading The beginning.