I went full-time in late October, about three months ago now. I had something like 40 hours of electrolysis done and had been on HRT about 5 months.
Unfortunately, my 'plan' was to wait until I had a year of HRT, and had gotten to the point in electrolysis where I had been cleared once and was just regularly cleaning up new growth.
Woman plans, God laughs.
My dear wife gave me a deadline, the start of 2017, to move out. She wanted me around for the holidays. I generally handled all the cooking and cleaning, so that would work out well for her holiday activities, as she hosted Thanksgiving and Christmas for the extended family and an annual holiday open house party.
The wife was worried, though, that as Michelle came and went she might be seen by her friends or the neighbors. That would be unacceptable, so to reduce the risk she moved the deadline in, to November 1, about three weeks from when she told me.
I managed to find a place, and signed a lease. The owner offered to let me move in early, starting October 22. I started stripping away my possessions, giving away tools and equipment, recycling materials, culling my library to get down to a set of things I could keep in a 600 square foot apartment with two small closets, rather than a 2500 square foot home, with an attached office, engineering lab, and garage.
The deadline was moved to 5:00 PM October 22.
I was racing to pack my tools and equipment, while trying to visit with my youngest daughter. At 4 PM, my dear wife told me it was time to leave, now, and not a minute later. She didn't like that my daughter was upset. Well, of course she was upset, as she was losing her male father figure.
I got to the apartment about 4:30, and changed. The male clothing went into the Goodwill box.
I was full time. I still am, and it has been an enormous relief. I wasn't 'ready', whatever that is, but I make do, and am doing very well.
I've recorded the whole sordid tale over here:
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