Part two: I'm three sessions in and I finally decided to go in as myself. I walked into the office building in boy mode carrying a bag of brand new clothes which were a departure from my normal style, and holed up the women's bathroom (it had a lock!) to get ready. I had to do this because I was dropped off by my S.O. who doesn't want to see me.
15 minutes worth of prep later and I walked out of there as Marina. I was hurried and a slight mess, but that's okay. I'm developing a great relationship with my counselor and I wanted her to meet me for real. I walked past a tax preparer to the actual office where my appointment was, opened the door to the center, and was immediately greeted by a blank stare and "Hello, how can I help you?" by the lovely trans woman whom I've had a few conversations with and runs the place. My counselor was in the lobby and two seconds after I said Hi I turned to see her, and she started absolutely beaming, and told me that I look great! I'm not sure what was going through the manager's mind, but she seemed thrown completely off. Two other people in the lobby looked completely uncomfortable in my presence as well. Strange start to the session, I know I wasn't put together in a flawless fashion.
I was infinitely more comfortable this time, but I was very conscious of any boy movements I made, and I had to speak in my male voice (which isn't deep), just pitched up, because of recent throat issues. This was my first real discourse with someone as myself. My therapist told me that I was much, much more at ease, and that I may be experiencing a final complete rejection of any of my maleness, which explains my recent hatred of my photos, my face, my voice, and pretty much everything that I see. I'll take the explanation and run.
I was just wondering, have any of you experienced difficulty with remembering gender related life histories? Have any of you all sort of put it out as well? I was not able to answer her straight away, but I always have an answer if I sit for a moment. Next week we discuss HRT in earnest.
I was a bit confused by everyone's reaction, but I felt empowered, and in the end I told the manager to change the name on my sheet to Marina. She smiled and said "good."