Quote from: Meria on October 29, 2016, 01:03:01 AM
You got me all curious now, Sophie! Why is that? 

Do you remember "learning the language" as you slipped into a female life? Same principle. If you immigrate to another country, embrace it. Become a part of it. It will make your life so much easier. It may even give you additional insight into how you got to the promised land and managed to stay there. 

And don't worry about Big Data -- you have a tiny footprint, and you're going to a country that is the most liberal on earth, with a different system than wherever you are now.  There are plenty of rewarding careers that don't require stripping your history down to the bare bones; you can always start your own business, work freelance, what have you. If there's a minor breach, it can be compartmentalized, and if you're actively engaged in the local culture and obviously female, people will want to help you. 

Quote from: Meria on October 28, 2016, 10:15:49 PMI confessed to him that I was so closed to the idea not because I didn't feel it, but rather because I'm unable to carry children. I told him I was born with medical issues and that I'm infertile, that I need to do a treatment and he didn't want to dig much in the topic.

Well, that's good to hear: infertility's not the kind of bombshell you want to drop on him 5 years down the line when he says "I really want kids!  Want to go off birth control?"  I still say he's probably going to find out some day, but I see why you don't want to tell him, so...  Not much more to say.

Quote from: Sophia Sage on October 29, 2016, 03:38:11 PM
Do you remember "learning the language" as you slipped into a female life? Same principle. If you immigrate to another country, embrace it. Become a part of it. It will make your life so much easier. It may even give you additional insight into how you got to the promised land and managed to stay there. 

I never "learned the language". Ever since I can remember I was who I am and everyone could see that, I didn't try to hide it. Since kinder garden they called my parents to tell them that I was behaving like a girl. I was always very girly, even before my hormones.
I was very young, truth is, I began my transition at the age of 15. One day I simply couldn't stand it anymore, and I wrote one big letter about what I was feeling, and my research about gender dysphoria. I convinced the school to call me differently, and so they edited the lists and all so I would appear with my true name. Of course, it wasn't entirelly official, they were only allowed to edit documents such as the presence lists and all those kind of papers to protect my private information from my fellow students, which was good enough at that time, worse is nothing.

This very same thing I did with the hospital and everywhere I went, and many times, I had to fight the world and make them treat me for who I am, but there's no news in that, we've all been through that. I suppose I did it all while very young, and it affected me greatly. It was so stressing I decided not to ever beg for understanding and acceptance again. By the age of 17 I requested the court to legally change my gender through surgery, and succeeded. I even finished high school already having my correct official ID.

Ever since that, I've been in deep stealth, I remember when I took singing lessons terrified and ready to be a contralto at best, or worse, and much to my surprise, I was instantly sent with the mezzosoprano girls without a single doubt or glance of suspicion. In every aspect, I've been living the life of just another female in the group...

I think I extended myself a bit, and even gave information that wasn't asked, heh... But I suppose I understand what you meant. He's already teaching me swedish and I'm learning.