Charlie’s #MomentsInTransition | Day 99

So, today was Psycologist day, and only the 2nd time im having to tell a complete stranger that I am #transgender; the first time was a sexual health doctor less than 2 months ago. You would think after already telling my wife, my mom, my company’s Exco, and several other friends, colleagues and relatives, that this would become easier. Well it doesn’t. Not yet anyway. Not for me.

I have this vision of an elderly Sigmund Freud-type person, with my mind being probed and prodded while I lay in a half hypnotic state, crying my eyes out; fearing that any moment men with white jackets will come to take me away…

But that was not the scene I found myself in. He was friendly, almost charming, and made me feel extremely at home. His office looked more like a living room with sofas and chairs, and I sat upright for the entire session. It was more like having coffee with a respected uncle. Not uncomfortable, but not entirely relaxed. He asked a ton of questions, but allowed me to take the conversation wherever I felt comfortable. Here and there a question would catch me offguard; like how tf did he know that; but I answered everything as openly as I could manage.

And before I knew it, the hour was done. And my next session is booked. I have no idea how this will progress, or if men in white jackets will eventually come to take me away, but if this first session is anything to judge by, I will be just fine…


Pronouns: She/Her/Hers I am a 45yo transgender woman (HRT) documenting my journey, and sharing the tips that worked for me to date.

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