Sadly, most of my fear is experienced right at home. I've said before that I am my dad's caregiver and he's not supportive. A few days ago we had an argument and he had the nerve to tell me that I was a disgrace to my mother's memory because I am changing my body. Forget the fact that my mother was very supportive of me and was going to help me start my transition before she passed away. So, I spend a lot of time trying to hide all the changes going on with my body while I am at home. I can be a little more open and free at work, but I still don't feel like I can pass so I will hide my breasts as best I can when I am out... it's getting more difficult because they are definitely growing quickly, even on low dose. My dad has at least accepted (reluctantly) that I am wearing wigs, but that's about it. He even bitches about that though.