I just got an e-mail from my therapist, the Ph.D. she works for would like to come in and have a talk with me on next Thursday. I'm excited!
What I also know is that I'm ahead of the curve. I started therapy just before joining Susan's and becoming a serial poster. So, that makes it right around 1.5 months of therapy instead of the traditional three. My therapist said that I am an amazing woman, an incredibly fascinating transgendered person, and one that's very realistic regarding the possible outcomes of HRT. The fact that I stare at the hardships that transition may cause straight in the face without blinking gives her confidence.
Regarding that, I don't really have a choice. I was ready to crash and burn this male body hard. I was looking forward to a heart attack by forty, I even had a quarter million dollar life insurance policy prepared for the benefit of my baby because I KNEW I would die young. HRT gives me hope and it scares me at the same time. I'm going to enjoy living to the fullest for the first time in god knows how long, but I will have to sit and explain why it was that I just didn't really enjoy living - baby, good job, wife, facade and all. Ah well, I'm ready to swim, as they say! It will be difficult, and it will undoubtedly be totally awesome. Wish me luck!