Aaaaand I just reached out to the surgeon my PCP referred me to for FFS.
This will conclude Tamsin's Moment of Bravery for the day. 😓
Pursuant to acquiring my favorite plushie, I've come to think of my dysphoria as being personified by a vaguely anthropomorphic rabbit... not unlike Frank in DONNIE DARKO, I suppose.
Today is a bad bunny day. 🐰 :blobcatsad:
I am having a not-very-good day.
Not a terrible day, not an awful day, not even a run-of-the-mill bad day. Just... a meh day, a grey day. A day with too many irritants and sadnesses, and with very little to recommend it. My #dysphoria has me feeling gross and unhappy and, just to compound that, I'm stressed and dissatisfied with other areas of my life.
And that's STILL better than pretending to be a boy or, worse, a man.
Pretty wild, huh?
Buying shares in the sad-boy-to-happy-girl pipeline is the best personal investment I've ever made.
So, I've taken my first concrete step towards my goals for the year... specifically, my transition goals:
I've signed up for voice transition lessons.
#tamsition #tamsinsnewyearresolutions