Where have I been?

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It only occurred to me today how long it is since I updated this journal.

I put so much pseudo transitionrelated material on my first journal since I came out that I have sort of let this one slip to the wayside, even though I have so much to report to all the trans friend who only read this one.

So much infact that I'm going to post this straight to transgender to reach everyone.

Firstly I got my ears pierced (go me) despite the cantankerous machinations of my mother. I've realised that if I let my parents sensitivities get in the way and takes things at their pace, I'm going to get nowhere. It's six months since I bought them a copy of True Selves and they haven't taken it off the bookshelf.

Whereas before I tried to shelter them from gender stuff I now realise I'm best off dousing them with as much of my transition as possible and letting them soak some up, which has meant letting them see me in womens clothes as often as possible and having nice long chats with my dad about my friends SRS experiences.

Okay so I'm a little evil.

The only point of contention remaining is that no one wants to be the one to tell my gran. I'm not sure why we agreed to keep her out of the loop in the first place but she's getting on a bit and is often rather confused anyway. I'm not sure what it would do to me psychologically if I was the one who sent her over the edge.

... more thought required there.

I finally got onto the doctors about transition, and apparently they are in the process of referring me up the food chain. I'm not sure where to but apparently they'll let me know as soon as it's sorted. Right now my primary fear is that if they've phoned to let me know and I wasn't in, my mother might have cancelled the appointment for whatever reason and decided to simply not tell me. you may find this paranoid but it's exactly what she did when I was trying to get an appointment for some antibiotics for my piercing and as the stakes get higher, so too does the risk of interference.

The sooner I move out of here the better, which is why losing my job in Leeds wasn't exactly ideal. Although frankly the permanence of that job was always in question and I hated every second of it. UI sort of half got fired and half quit in the end.

I have now found a new job, lucky me, a little closer to home. Sadly being still officially male to a great percentage of the world this means I have a whole new office to come out to. It's only a 3 month contract which means strictly speaking I don'treally have to come out to them, but I'd like to, because frankly I need the practice and the fact that it's ONLY a 3 month contract means if it really goes arse over tit it's not a permanent problem.

I'm not sure if I mentioned it on this journal or not but the last time I saw my consultant he said that hormones were a big no-no for peoplewith my heart condition and that I wouldn't even be considered for HRT until after my heart transplant. This of course puts my physical transition in a real state of stasis for x years, where x is my place in an indefinately long queue, which I still need to join.

I join the queue on the 12th, when I will be tested for my viability for a transplant and tested for my tissue type and such to be put on the transplant register.

So for quite a while at least, I am trapped in this constantly malfunctioning, ill designed, badly mismatched body.

I have some other stuff to write about but that can wait for later. I'm heading out to see Mission Impossible III later and need to get dressed. Does anyone have any blanket tactics for coming out in a workplace quickly without offending folk to help avoid the nervous shuffling and mumbling to everyone individually method which has served me so poorly so far?