Every day for 25 years I have awakened to a new day. I should have died on the operating table. Oct, 6, 1993. Now I am on my 22 nd day of HRT.

After two weeks being in male drag for surgery and recovery (TURP/TUIP prostate surgery) including nasty hospital misgendering), I crashed this morning with panic attack, the works.  So, why am I happy now?

I'm out, dressed properly, having a chili pepper burger, garlic fries, and a lemonade at my fave joint after a 40 mile drive through the back roads in the Miata.  I got my presentation in line with my identity, and am doing something fun. Life is good again. 😄

My surgical recovery is going better than expected. I have a follow-up in a few days and will get to begin my dilation. 

my boobs are starting to show through my sports bra even if just a little

I've now come out to both of my daughters.

The older who's been (overly) sensitive about all things gender/sexual was OK if not exactly sounding happy for me. And that's ok, she and I have been in a much better place. She was bearing a pretty big chip on her shoulder until about a year ago so it surely went better than it would have a year ago.

The younger was beyond accepting and encouraging, made it clear she was glad for me.

So that's done, glad if it :-)

My nipples are annoying the crap out of me right now!  Boo!  But... yay!

A friend I made on Susan's came to visit me this weekend!  That made me very happy!! 


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Quote from: Amber42 on September 12, 2016, 07:23:07 PM
A friend I made on Susan's came to visit me this weekend!  That made me very happy!! 


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And visiting that friend, made me very happy as well. 

I got new labs, and the OK to raise my estradiol patch usage (from 1 to 2 biweekly patches per week).  No more empty patch roller coaster.

https://www.susans.org/forums/index.php/topic,210927.msg1897653.html#msg1897653

And!  My new glasses arrived!  Cute cateye ones with my full prescription, and some black ones with red trim with my driving prescription.


Even better!  At electrolysis the existing plucked areas are cleared, and we're breaking new ground.

Progress on all fronts (speaking of fronts; now 34B and filling in )

I had my first therapy appointment and it went really well.

I've worn a bra for the first time in months, and discovered I'm getting close to fitting it.  A-cup yay

Another new lab result...        


Wheeeee!  I haz a happy.

I found out that my T-level is zero! The production of testosterone if completely supressed!
Woohoo!!!

I scheduled an appointment with an electrolysist who also does laser who is trans-friendly. I don't know what her plan will be yet, but I'm hoping that maybe I'll be able to get a few rounds of laser to quickly thin my hair out enough so I don't have a shadow after I shave, and then start working on permanent removal.

A terribly painful therapy session.  I'm making progress.

This is my first week of micronized progesterone. I can't say I yet feel any earthshaking effects but it certainly doesn't seem to be hurting and it's great to have fully stabilized E/T such that my endo is comfortable now giving P a trial.

Equally cool, I just heard from an artist friend from Japan who I'd really hit it off with when we were both in Pittsburgh in June. She'll be visiting sometime soon and so I can look forward to seeing her.

Yesterday I made my first visit to a gender clinic in Boston. It's been a long time coming. It was the first appointment toward getting HRT. They asked me by what name I want to be called. Met with a wonderful physician who related her coming out story to me. I just felt so safe there.

I had blood drawn and go back the first week of November for the next visit. Feeling very grateful.

My family has this stupid joke/tradition thing where we refer to each other by the wrong name (yeah, it makes no sense, don't worry about it), usually I get called by male names, but for some reason today my dad called me Samantha!  It was all I could do not to react.  Him calling me by that name, even as a joke, made me feel good.  I tried finding a female for months, but couldn't find one I liked and felt suited me.  But when my dad referred to me as Samantha, I thought wow,  I could get used to this.

My 30th day of HRT and I feel amazing. Like my body was always missing something.

Quote from: naa on September 14, 2016, 04:52:53 PM
My family has this stupid joke/tradition thing where we refer to each other by the wrong name (yeah, it makes no sense, don't worry about it), usually I get called by male names, but for some reason today my dad called me Samantha!  It was all I could do not to react.  Him calling me by that name, even as a joke, made me feel good.  I tried finding a female for months, but couldn't find one I liked and felt suited me.  But when my dad referred to me as Samantha, I thought wow,  I could get used to this.

Good for you, Samantha!