My SRS went well yesterday, today I'm already able to walk some steps.
As I opted to get the "outer parts" I don't need to care about dilation etc. and should be back up and running much faster. ;-)

Martina

This morning at our weekly department meeting my colleagues were told about my "change of style" after this weekend.

I didn't attend this meeting on purpose, and I was told it went very well.

Today I did the next small step:

I had a meeting with my manager at work to plan my transition at work.

Over the last months I did some more small steps.

Starting HRT, coming out to my mother and my siblings.
I still have to tell my eldest brother and my father, but this is not a real problem.

It has been some time since I posted my last blog entry...

Two weeks ago I found the hair style I can use to let my real self be seen till my own hair will be long enough:

...see http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/blog/26737/longest-lasting-apr...

Today I visited the "officially sanctioned vampires".

I had an appointment with the endocrinologist to find out if there are any medical influences to my transsexuality.
They took only about eight or nine vials of blood to analyze my current hormone status and look for potential chromosomal irregularities.

Now I have to wait a few days for some numbers ;)

Realistically I expect unremarkable values inside the normal range, but surprises are possible.

After that I will start to think about the next steps. (or rather plan the next steps I'm thinking about for years...)

About four years ago I suddenly realized that I am female, even if my body disagrees.

The decades before I just thought I was a little different than the other boys, more sensitive, emotional, softer.
More empathetic, I was told that I'm a good listener.

I never got his competitiveness, "I'm better/stronger/more whatever than you" which was going on between the other boys.

Fortunately I grew up in a very caring and (positively) sheltered environment, in a loving family without any real conflicts. (At least I don't remember any.)

For many many years now I have had similar dreams from time to time.

It always starts in familiar place which then turns more and more unknown till I'm complete lost and wake up.

In one version I'm in school or college with my classmates and after some time I don't recognice the rooms and floors any more and don't find my way back.

In another one I'm parking my car in my home town and visit some places with friends or family. Then towards the end I cannot find the street with my car or search all around the parking garage before waking up.

On April 1st 1970:
"It's a boy!"

It took me almost 40 years to recognize the joke... ;)

M