In the last few days, I've had my first session with a gender therapist in Exeter, and today saw Dr Perring in London, who's a psychiatrist (and a lovely old geezer). It felt really, really good to get met in the way they both met me, enquiring and supportive, I felt taken seriously. Leaving Dr Perring's office this morning, I felt stupidly happy that I'm doing this, and that the "objective experts" aren't telling me I'm nuts

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Plus I was wearing my new blue/green boho shirt, and Dr Perring said "that's a pretty shirt..." and I felt oddly more affirmed by that than anything else. Go figure.
Oh, and I was at a trans women meeting in Norwich last night (a once-a-month thing, so it's the only one I'll get to) which was very helpful, around 8 or 9 people, a couple of them there with their partners. One of them talking to someone else there referred to me as "she" - that was the first time that's ever happened, and it made my hair stand on end (in a good way). I had no idea it would matter that much (getting teary writing this...)