Today marks one year since I took my first dose of HRT. I had no idea what it would bring in to my life but as that first E melted under my tongue I felt like I was home at last after decades in the wilderness. Y'all here had helped me along my road home. My Mom had literally driven me from New Jersey to Boston to get the prescription and as that pill melted into me she was driving me back to her warm little nest. I was free...
My body and emotional world, my very sense of being and self, has shifted for the better in this year. More than I could have known was possible. As I sit here in the first bed I have ever owned, in the first stable home I have had for three years I feel a sense of security that I didn't think I could have. Outside my bedroom door, my cis roomie is watching an old movie from the 1930's with her trans girlfriend and another trans woman. I am accepted as myself everywhere I go. Most folks who don't know me assume I am a cis woman. I have to make a special effort to clue them in to my truth. My joy. My non binary trans womanhood.
I still have so much further to go in my transition but this first year has been a miraculous start. My whole world is better. HRT has given me a hope for my future. A desire to see where I will be, what I will make of my life. Things only seem to be getting better, as sometimes scary as that is I wouldn't have it any other way. Social transition and HRT are making my life and body my own.
I am indeed...free at last.
