As of Monday, I am now living full time as a woman.
Walking in to work on Monday was so hard, so much harder than I had thought it would be. I was really worried because, despite my best efforts to get it to happen, management had not sent out my notification to the rest of the people in my office on Friday, and I wasn't too sure how people would react to me if they didn't know what was planned. And there was the fact that my new shoes for the occasion had already started giving me some really nasty blisters, and my feet were really starting to hurt.
But, somewhat inevitably I think, everything worked out fine. It took about an hour for the nerves to calm down, but once I calmed down a bit everything seemed so normal, like this was how everything was supposed to be and that absolutely nothing had changed at all. My message had eventually been sent out, about a half hour before I'd arrived at the office, and despite the short notice I felt so accepted by almost everyone. There were the odd few people who were very evidently trying to avoid eye-contact with me when I walked past them, but as far as how people have reacted to me so far, that is as bad is it has gotten.
The only work issue I've ran up against so far is a bit of a silly one, but unfortunately one that is going to take time to put right. Because I work in a call centre, I'm speaking to people on the phone all day. And although I've been spending a lot of time trying to get my voice right, it's a lot harder to get it right after talking on the phone for 8 hours straight. No-one picks me at the start of the day, but by the end of the day, people I talk to keep asking me "sorry, what did you say your name was?", although by the tone of voice what they really want to be asking is "sorry, what did you say your gender is?". Hopefully nothing that a lot of practise won't work out for me though.
I wish I could feel better about everything that has happened so far this week, but it's kind of hard right now. My sister was hospitalised earlier this week after overdosing on sleeping pills, she was unconcious for quite a long time but eventually came to, according to the hospital she should be OK (physically at least). And thanks to the way my family is reacting to my transition at the moment they don't want me coming anywhere near them right now. All I want to do right now is to be there for my sister, hug her and tell her that everything is going to be OK and that it's going to work out for her, that she doesn't need to worry because I'll be there to help her if she needs me, and I can't even be near her. And it makes me feel like a horrible human being to be feeling so good about what I've achieved this week when my sister is in so much pain.
I hope she's going to be alright. She deserves to live a beautiful life. I just hope that she's able to see that before it's too late.
Megan