Getting there....ut

I guess I didn't really feel up to writing last week, but weight was 81.3kg - whoo! Gone back up to 82.3 this week though.

I'm making slow progress, and still feeling pretty flat but should be OK to go back to work tomorrow, although I am dreading it...

I didn't have the time to write this last night as I got home late from assisting my brother and his friend Emma shifting stuff from their garage into a workshop. Its been interesting - I've known for a while that he also believes himself to be TS, but found out his female name from Emma. I can't bring myself to use female pronouns, as I've only ever encountered him in male form and do have difficulty seeing anything feminine in his approach...

As for me, I'm feeling damned uncomfortable with my body at the moment and finding the prominence of male features hard to cope with. I really cant wait to get my appointment for CX, hopefully it will help me to sort things out a bit better....

Tough week.

First things first, I've lost another KG. So 82.3kg - doing well and getting there =)

Its been a really really tough week. First thing to mention is that I've not had to take any time off work, but I've really not been myself - constantly tired, lethargic and not really firing on all cylinders. I've been on the antidepressants for a smidge over a week and a half and I'm getting all sorts of side effects, lethargy & tiredness, insomnia, headaches, dry throat to mention a couple but they do seem to be getting a little better.

I'm still feeling pretty damned low, more convinced than ever that I am on the right track though and I'll get through this shitty patch at some point.

On Monday, I sent a very detailed letter to my parents about who I am, how I intend to live my life, and detailing the diagnosis that I've recieved and the treatment path. I stand by this as being a good idea...

On Tuesday, whilst I was at work, some *********** decided to hit & run my car - causing sufficient damage that the insurance would have written it off, significant panel damage, smashed rear light and totally knackered bumper.

Wednesday evening I had to go to the parents after work (it was meant to Thursday, but my brother decided to escort me in my damaged car) nothing really exciting to comment about.

Thursday really was the day of reckoning, the parents returned home from their trip about about 6.30 in the evening and REALLY started laying into me about the letter - they already knew I was trans, but I had mislead them about the extent to try and minimise conflict at the time - basically telling me how stupid I am, how I will ruin my lif

e, never get a decent job, how could I ever expect a relationship as a trans person, just total and utter ignorance bundled up in a ball of vitriol really. Its what I was expecting, but not what I was hoping for. I am taking some time to re-asses the relationship I have with my parents and how I want to play things going forwards.

Friday was exhausting, I just wanted to GO and get back to Brighton but ended up spending all day with my brother running round scrapyards and getting the car repaired. In the end we managed it for about £50 and its far from perfect but it will do. The plan is to sell it in a month or two's time anyway.

Nothing really to comment about the weekend so far. I did OK at work yesterday, cycled in for the first time and I'm looking forwards to the Grand Prix this afternoon.

One fed up Danni, out. x

Fortnight....

Sorry I didn't post last week, but weight was 83.3kg and thats unchanged.

Its been a really tough week emotionally, just total black moods and just simply not being able to leave my room and just unable to do anything other than post on forums.

I managed to drag myself to work on Tuesday but couldn't last more than 20 minutes. I got to the doc on Wednesday and been put on Anti-depressants. Not sure if thats the best thing to do but time will tell.

not sure what else to say really.