There's allot to a transition. Time and effort, tears and laughter. I am two years in and at this point I have seen my share of ups and downs. I wanted to create a series that would humanize the process of transition for the steemit audiance, as there are already so many loud, ill informed voices talking I would hope a voice of knowledge and experience will tip the scale back towards the rational.
so to date I have been on my hormone replacement therapy for a bit over a year and a half, I had an orchiectomy last year, and I live publicly every day. I have a job, I have a family, I have friends. I haven't been let in on any evil agendas yet but maybe one day.
I recently switched from the pill form of estrogen to the patch and where as the delivery is more constant it has been a chore to get used to. My emotions where already a bit frayed because of the holiday season ( im a guest service manager) and it has taken me a while to get used to the hormonal shift but i am working it out. I am generally happy with how things are going. I had hopes of not needing top surgery but that does seem to be necessary now which is fine. I finally have insurance (the only reason i am working in the normal world) so i am beginning the process of starting to find a surgeon for my bottom surgery. Its an exciting but emotionally draining time for me right now. I feel as though showing to much emotion upsets people around me but all these new layers of emotion present themselves to me and I cant help but give into the rush sometimes. I can honestly say despite the struggles with the outside world I have never been more happy. I love who I am, I love that my strength is holding even amidst all the hate in the world. I am drunk on the dance of being myself every moment of the day. Even at the worst moments they are finally MY worst moments not the front i had to use for the world all those years. Love finds me now, my confidence is infectious and like minded people come to me and we storm the gates daily. Life has never been so good. Much love.
Penellope
