Looks like this thread went quiet before I went full-time.
Anyway, this weekend is my three-month FT anniversary.

I went full-time last October when I was asked to leave the house and not come back. I was scared to death, because I had only been on HRT a few months, and didn't pass. (I still don't for any contact closer than someone passing by on the street.). Since then, I've discovered what living life on my own terms can be. I love it. Love, love, love, love it.
In looking back, I had never really lived on my own. My parents place, then college dorms with roommates, the military, and marriage all had me living with others, trying to be what I was perceived to be by others, trying to make them happy with me. Now, I finally get to be selfish

and put my needs first. I'm sane, calm, making friends, finding a new community, and generally, finally, living MY life. Yeah, yeah. I know. "Me, me, me, me, and me!" And isn't that the point? I'm finding myself and healing myself, with the aid of a good therapist and medical folks, after suppressing myself for half a century.
Honestly, I think by going full time in this particular part of the country, I'm playing on the
Easy setting. The fears I had are mostly unfounded, and the experience has been remarkable, beyond anything I had expected. I'm busy, I'm active, I have friends, and I am actually happy [emoji4] much of the time.
Beats depression and intense dysphoria, that's for sure.
I've recorded the whole experience in another thread:
https://www.susans.org/forums/index.php/topic,215456.0.htmlSent from my iPad using Tapatalk