I woke up this morning after a terrible night of waking and sleeping and turning over and all that malarky, saying to myself "Oh hell's bells, this is really going to happen, isn't it? This isn't some intellectual exercise, this isn't going to 'blow over', your life is about to change dramatically. Feck."
I'm scared of telling my people (friends, family). I wasn't so scared when it was just "oh, this is something I'm trying to sort out in my mind..." but this is a real visceral "will you still love me if I turn into a woman? because that's what's probably going to happen" thing. And the thought of talking to a GP in the small town I'm about to move to in Devon is a bit intimidating too, but my plan is to ask to talk to a nurse, and then ask her who their most open-minded GP is 🙂 - nurses are always more up and running about stuff that's difficult emotionally, I've found.
Meanwhile, I'm off today to see someone about beard electrolysis - and I'm looking forward to telling them why - go, me, master of contradictions (coming soon: mistress of contradictions)!