My family went out to dinner, and apparently, I was acting very depressed. Everyone kept bothering me all night about it, and when we got home, my mom cornered me. So I told her I wasn't depressed; that I was just thinking. THEN she kept bothering me about what I was thinking about that prevented me from eating my food, and I told her that I wanted to start HRT. After she essentially said "okay", I told her therapy takes usually 12 weeks or so to get the letter, so I wouldn't even be starting until spring or summer (she'd told me she thought it would be better to start in the summer, along with my haircut). Then we had a short discussion about what the people at my school would think, ending in my telling her that everyone I spoke to on a regular basis was cool with LGBTQ peeps, and that anyone worth hanging around would be, too. Before she left, she told me that she'd start calling therapists.
So yeah. I'm extremely excited
