Step 1 was telling my family & friends, it wasn't easy but I managed it & was fortunate that it went better than I expected, well, with my friends anyway.
Step 2 was telling my doctor that I wanted to go through the change & compared to step one I found it a doddle, I guess I was lucky to have such a symathetic doctor.
Today I took step 3 & had my psych evaluation, I was a bag of nerves when I went in because I had no idea what I would be asked or what was expected of me but it turned out that it wasn't anything to be afraid of, the man asked me quite a few personal questions which I answered as honestly as possible & at the end of the meeting he said that I was obviously not nuts (well, no more than anyone else in this crazy world) & he had no hesitation telling my doctor that I was sane & mentaly fit for this procedure.
So where does this leave me? I guess i've got another agonising wait for an appointment from the specialist in London, by the time this is all over i'll have to buy a new hinge for my letterbox door because i'm going to wear it out with all the checking i'm doing

Whilst this waiting is driving me up the wall & back to smoking after quiting for 2 yrs at least every day that passes brings me a day closer to the time when I can look at myself in the mirror & not hate the body & face that is so harshly reflected back at me