Oh I got that, I think that’s how it goes for most of us? The realization of being trans followed by a phase of what one’s gonna do with it.

For me these events just overlapped pretty much. Of course the cracking took a while, but the second I actually got it (when I finally read through the gender dysphoria bible) was the same moment where I decided I’ll transition and come out to my loved ones ASAP. I’ve been searching for that answer for over a decade, when I finally got it I jumped in real fast. Still not sure where I took the guts for that from tbh.

Ohhh no, slight misunderstanding, I love that name, it’s just even worse now than my old one for similar reasons as the ones you mentioned x)

Yeah, I think that’s the path most of us walk for a while. I feel like the outlier here, the moment I cracked I pushed for everything transition as fast as I could, still do. It somehow gave me a decisiveness I couldn’t ever have imagined. Not that there were no anxiety or doubt, but I could manage.

That was until I was able to see something in myself to truly love.

it’s crazy to reflect on because I feel so adorable and confident now.

These are so beautiful, I’m real happy for you :). Eager to see what you’re going to share, when you feel like it.

The ultimate mood <3

Good morning <3

Welcome Cily, glad you found us <3

This is a beautiful space full of kind people, actually got to meet one of my best friends here :3

Had the same issue with my name, now it’s even worse actually, but whatever. I am just so impressed by the courage so many around here show! Part of me really strives to get there, hiding so much less already is maybe the best thing about finally finding myself and starting to live life authentically, but a lot of it is scary still… Though, I’m so grateful for all the trans people who are themselves and visible, because they helped me so much - I might’ve never cracked if it weren’t for them after all.

Wanna tell us some about your identity? How did you find it, what made you crack?

So far nothing besides opening of proceedings, which happened in January. It’s here at the bottom.

Seems like they usually need almost a year to get further.

Oh girl I feel this… Don’t have an answer, because all my social skills are being shy and awkward, sometimes getting lucky to fall into someone who happens to be interested in me, then spamming them with info dumps about me and questions about them and hope it doesn’t end.

Eager to see what others have to say.

Well, the issue is that the system where I’m from might make it harder to get SRS if I don’t have a professional who verifies I’ve done everything the proper™ way. I’m anxious and up to terrified of that currently, depending on my mood.

Oh, we’re all different :)

I could easily get on monotherapy levels and wouldn’t need to take blockers. I love the idea of my body down-regulating T on its own.

Ahhhhhhhhh I want the juice so bad, got a bottle in my bathroom already :3.

But I gotta stick to gel for now, because I’ll need a “professional” on board with the switch, so that it doesn’t produce problems down the road.

Awww, well, happy for you nonetheless :>

I’ve had similar feels… Sometimes I look at a man and he’s reminding me of the nightmare that’s been my life for decades. Sometimes it makes me really sad and anxious, other times it makes me happy, because I finally woke up.

Opposite of gender envy makes a lot of sense to me.

Yaaaaay!! That’s awesome girl, I’m happy for you :>

What does ‘enough :3’ even mean, doesn’t make sense??

I read the Wikipedia link above and decided idc ¯\(ツ)/¯

Sounds more like we pee from genitals and skin, with skin being higher priority.

An autological acronym even, I love it!

Physically they may be okay, but they’ll probably have a really hard time socializing. The first ten weeks are so important to learn healthy behavior, hopefully there’s other cats in their new home who could become surrogates.

But you’re right, this may still be the best outcome, albeit rough.

This is still horrible :(

They look waaaaaay too young to be separated from their mother.

Some people can really just be mean.

Absolutely, the fun bit just is how I didn’t feel insulted in the slightest for being called a woman. Wasn’t euphoric either, but still think that’s saying something.

someone in the street wanted to know what hair product I was using

Well, now I want to know, too, sounds like you’re doing something very right there.

Regarding compliments, I kinda get that, I’ve never really been able to give them to others. Not sure why, maybe missing self worth, maybe scared of giving a wrong impression. It’s actually something I’m actively trying to improve currently.

But real nice that you got these compliments eventually and it raised your confidence.

No pressure! Whatever happens, do it in your own pace. This is your journey and yours alone.

I’ve also had 2 occasions where people have asked me if I’m a girl or a boy

Heh, makes me think of that time decades ago where a girl in my class said with my long hair I’d look like a fat woman. That really stung, that she called me fat.