Merry Christmas everyone.
This year is coming to an end and I am reflecting on all that has happened as I start my 8th year of being Jess. I'm not going to bore everyone with a long post more add a few highlights.
This I say has been my best year ever. Moving away and starting again at the end of Jan has transformed my life. Although I had been "full time" for many years before I moved I always had to change back at home often in my car lol
Now real full time and fully stealth I'm the girl in the big house that everybody knows. I have had total acceptance as the woman I am locally.
I have made many friends that this Christmas time meant many dinners out
Locals dinner, dinner at a friends house where I got cooked a lovely dinner, ladies group dinner, and family birthday dinner, to name a few.
I have met and live with Rez who is a very big part of my life now. He is a work in progress getting him out of his shell. I'm not changing him that's impossible but I am showing him he does not have to be alone anymore and introduce him to some of the simple good things of life.
I'll finish on two more things one good and one....
The good one. I am after 5.5 years waiting within a few months of starting the NHS journey that hopefully will get me surgery. I have completed the preliminary assessment form and according to the posted stats they are seeing for first appointment those one month before me, though that was set in October it will be very soon (I calculated I must be at the very top now)
The ... one, I had to "boy mode" to see my grandson yesterday, he is no longer allowed to visit me incase I infect him with transsexualism according to his father. The seeing my grandson was wonderful but the atmosphere not so even my daughter was not the same. I did my best to be as "male" as I can be. But I was not going to take my lovely red nails off and hiding my boobs was impossible, nor was my longer hair and earring ( only one as I lost the hole. Long story). When we were at the sports centre to watch Isaac (GS) play in a tennis tournament I was not allowed to go into the female changing room, though 9 year old Isaac was, to go to the loo but instead directed by my daughter to the disabled toilets. Up side I was talking to some other mums in shelter out of the -2c winds and was told it was nice to see a grandma here to support their grandson.
Anyway this is longer than I intended so I say happy Christmas again to all.
Jess xx