So I went for my first appointment today where I met with a nurse who made nice polite conversation in an effort to get to know me better, asking about my life, who I came out to, how I'm coping. I felt a bit shy but answered her questions politely. She asked about my job search, how'd I come by this decision and ask for my preferred gender pronouns. She went over with me the risks and changes when starting testosterone, did my bloodwork (ouch!) and told me that my next appointment will be October 8th for a physical, going over bloodwork results and possibly giving me a prescription for testosterone. In the meantime, my mother (silent treatment ongoing with my father) are still not very enthusiastic about the changes. This was evident when my mom didn't even make an effort to help me think of male names when I asked her for suggestions, her eyes never leaving the phone. I'm guessing she's hoping that this will go away and that I won't make an effort to go for it like I did with most things. My old college professor is a Facebook friend and is really going above and beyond for me, acting like the older sister I never had and encourages me to start a blog. She even talked about publishing a book on this, which will out me but I really don't mind.
Brother is 100% on-board with this, wanting me to be happy so that's good to hear.
This made me feel so euphoric that I didn't have to do the whole gender therapist letter route.
This is 11 weeks from now but I can wait, I know I can hold out until then...
I don't feel as dysphoric as most people since I'm painfully realistic and had to adjust my desires as such.