Yesterday, while I was out with our own Terri Gene attending a local support group meeting, my new California Drivers' License finally showed up--
--addressed to Karen Jean Savage (as I knew it would.)
My father happened to collect and sort the mail, and put it in my box.
When I got home, before heading to my so-called 'Granny flat', I stopped in the main house to collect my mail. I went upstairs to show my step-mother the new license, and she said my dad had been asking questions again, but 'way more than in the past.
Today, I gathered up my laundry and went into the main house to use the machines, before taking them shopping.
Dad finally asked me what's up.
It was very anti-climactic. I explained about being diagnosed with GID and that I'm transsexual and undergoing transition. His response was on the order of, "Oh!...Okay."
Then we talked about a computer problem he was having earlier this morning as he made and ate toast and drank his coffee.
My youngest sister has been ultra concerned that dad didn't know, and has been bugging me incessantly.
I e-mailed her the following: "Subject; It Is Done, Text: Dad knows. -kjs" She carries a CrackBerry from work, so she might have read it by now.
Karen