LGBTQIA+
Starting T Really Doesn’t Feel Like A Decision
The safety barriers I created
Therapy Time
It’s that time of the fortnight again. I flip my laptop to tablet mode because the genius who created it put the camera at the bottom of the screen and that’s just awkward. I find the starred email, click the zoom link, and then I wait. I can’t help but smile when their face fills the screen, not just because, let’s face it, I have a bit of a crush on them, but also because I’ve been approved to start testosterone and I have a bit to unpack before the next step. After the standard pleasantries including my usual weirdness that presents itself this time as an insistence that something about him is different but I don’t know what (did he cut his hair?), I share what happened this week:
- My bloodwork was fine and I was approved for T
- I had an epiphany on the back of our last session that I don’t need to search for clues, it was always just me (more on that in another article)
- I landed a 6-month pet-sit and for reasons, I was able to be honest with the homeowner about my transgender status
It was a big fortnight.
They do that thing where they look up and to my left — seeking an intuitive question to ask. Of…
