In my last post, I talked about how I couldn't get off the couch after realizing Katie would be starting hormones soon. I know, I know. How could I not know she would start hormones? It's not so much that I didn't know, but how I chose to acknowledge this step of the process. As …
Month: March 2018
Day Off
I haven't processed this yet, so this post will be shorter. My wife has an appointment to get her first hormone prescription filled today. I can't stop crying. I had a plan to get my nails done and workout and be a human because I have the day off, but I cannot get off the …
Dysphoria and Swimsuit Season
Dysphoria is a new word for me. I even just double-checked the spelling in Google because I'm not used to it. It is essentially defined as extreme discomfort. Gender Dysphoria, by default, is extreme discomfort as a result of the gender or sex you are assigned at birth. I believe where most people do not …
A Letter Unsent
Dear Grandma and Grandpa, I’m scared to tell you what I need to. I feel compelled to tell you out of the profound respect I have for the person you sculpted my mother to be and, as a result, formed me to be. You see, I believe it is not without you, that I am …
Support Group
Twice a month, the Ingersoll Gender Center opens their doors to the SOFFA (significant others, friends, family, and allies) group. I've attended 3 times, each of which have been so different, which highlights for me the transformation I'm going through in this process. I won't talk much about this group in specifics, as the privacy …
The Wave
I am sitting by the pool at a table for two, but the chair across from me is empty. As I look out at the ocean, I hear laughter and pool splashes and the flutter of enjoyment only experienced when paying for the luxury of a hotel room with a pool by the ocean. The …
Disneyland and a Birthday
Katie's birthday is February 23rd. It's the perfect time of year for a Seattle-lite to make an excuse to vacation somewhere sunny. It's always in the 3rd month of wintery grey that those of us in the PNW start questioning the sanity with which we chose to live here. I really don't think people decide …
"T" is for Trans 