We're stuck in our transition journey!

We're not happy about it obvs. In fact, the fact that we haven't even recieved a confirmation email that we are on the years-long *waiting list* for a gender clinic is getting under our skin.

We're going bald. We can actually *feel* it happening. And I fucking love my hair. Being allowed to let it grow from 2020 was my first eggy victory. *My* victory.

β€” Tilly

We're getting electrolysis at least. We're footling with wardrobe and footling even more casually with voice training. But we are busy, and possibly a bit controlled at home (by, I hasten to add, a partner who is actually very supportive of our journey at least, bless her).

But we're being a nice girl....

β€” Tilly

We're trying to do the right things.

Waiting until we see the parents face-to-face to come out to them. That only seems respectful. I worry about our Dad but we should try.

And there's bureaucracy. But wouldn't it be nice to have professionals monitor my hormones? If we get on the fecking waiting list, we understand that we can get 'bridging treatment', i.e. HRT before HRT, and that will do us just fine, thank you.

β€” Tilly

But really we're waiting out the timer for the 'good girl phase' before going all special interest and 'apt-get source hrt'.

It's kind of how we roll: dead stop to a sprint. It may not be ideal, but it seems to work for a certain class of problem we've seen before, and we think transition might be one of them.

We're fucking doing it. It may be stupid, but we're giving the other folks a chance to play nice. If they don't, so be it.

β€” Tilly

It's happened! We've *finally* gotten the confirmation email (a week or two late) that we're on the waiting list!

That means that we can seek out bridging treatment for HRT!  We can get this show on the road!

β€” Tilly