I started hormones on my daughter's birthday.  I didn't plan it that way - that's just when I finally got the prescription.  I remember it on the day, but I don't celebrate it.  (I do celebrate my daughter's birth, though.)

The date I started RLE is another that I remember but don't celebrate.

But it turns out that the day I was getting reconfigured was the same day (same year) my partner moved to her new apartment, leaving her then-husband.  We celebrate both those events quietly together, because both of them enabled us to be so happily together.

For me, SRS was huge - something I thought would never happen for me.  I like to mark the date. 

- Kate

Mine is April 15th. I have an unusual ritual for it.

The first thing I do with the day is accomplish anything I've been putting off. Any appointments or calls I have to make, any to-do lists, anything I have to mail. I face anything that's been nagging at me. It's the one day a year that I absolutely do not accept the word "no" in my reasoning -- unless it'll improve my life -- regardless of how many tricks my brain tries to play on me. Then, for the rest of the day, I do my best to feel good about myself and how far I've come along in general. It's really like a celebration of how important it is for me to fight for happiness in my life.

It'll be three years next April. It's kind of silly, but I really enjoy the custom I've developed for that time.

I don't know why but I find the term "->-bleeped-<-versary" incredibly offensive.

Yes, I was born transsexual, had medical treatment in 1974 that finally cured me of that condition but it was a serious condition that almost  took my life so I find it hard to make light of  it. Around the 15th of April each year I try to pause to be thankful for the life I have had, the life I wouldn't have had without the cure.

Quote from: Northern Jane on November 10, 2013, 03:52:52 AM
I don't know why but I find the term "->-bleeped-<-versary" incredibly offensive.

Yes, I was born transsexual, had medical treatment in 1974 that finally cured me of that condition but it was a serious condition that almost  took my life so I find it hard to make light of  it. Around the 15th of April each year I try to pause to be thankful for the life I have had, the life I wouldn't have had without the cure.

Jane, I completely agree with you. My official GD diagnosis was made in 2000. I've had a 13 year fight with the NHS U.K system which still continues today to just to get the help and support I need. When I think about it I think about all the heartache, depression and the continued stalling of my treatment that went on by so called GIC gender specialists. Why would I celebrate the worst nightmare I've been through for the last decade?

I do understand people with GD are treated with more respect in America by their medical profession but for me it was something I don't want to think about too often.

Quote from: Sybil on November 09, 2013, 11:30:44 PM
Mine is April 15th. I have an unusual ritual for it.

The first thing I do with the day is accomplish anything I've been putting off. Any appointments or calls I have to make, any to-do lists, anything I have to mail. I face anything that's been nagging at me. It's the one day a year that I absolutely do not accept the word "no" in my reasoning -- unless it'll improve my life -- regardless of how many tricks my brain tries to play on me. Then, for the rest of the day, I do my best to feel good about myself and how far I've come along in general. It's really like a celebration of how important it is for me to fight for happiness in my life.

It'll be three years next April. It's kind of silly, but I really enjoy the custom I've developed for that time.

I like this idea! Nothing seems more appropriate.