16-08-2014, 08:01 AM
I had another chat with my brother (sober this time) and again he surprised the hell out of me.
When I said to him about the rest of the family he said "I could not give a stuff what anyone says, who gives a monkeys what they think. You do whatever you need to, to make you happy. If they don't like it, that's their problem, not yours.".
I again pointed out to him that I am unsure how far it will all go, possibly full transition and he said "What you do with your bit's is entirely up to you. Your my brother and I'll always love you. If it's what you want to do then it's your decision. No one else's.".
He says I have to tell the doctor and my psychiatrist. Didn't tell him that I think my psychiatrist is on to me anyway.
My first psychiatrist appointment was early last month. The weather was hot and I was not exactly looking forward to an hour in a stuffy office. Air con not really considered necessary for the UK climate. lol. When my time came the receptionist pointed out the door, I knocked and went in expecting a crusty, grey, old guy with hair growing out his nose. So I was totally dumbfounded to meet a mid thirties, tall, curvy, tanned, blonde, in a white and light blue flower embellished maxi dress. Barefoot (white sandals lined up next to the desk) with matching light blue finger nail and toe nail polish. Confident and totally at ease with the world. So instead of the usual greetings and pleasantries as I moved forward to shake her outstretched hand, the first words out of my mouth were "Oh my god, your beautiful." and I promptly dissolved in a puddle of embarrassment.
There have also been times when talking that I am sure she is paying extra special attention at reading my reactions when I've been talking. For example talking about my fathers disappointment at me not being a "normal" boy. Or my being bullied at school. Etc Etc.
Crazy thing is I have absolutely no idea why I have not already said something, but I would put money on the fact she has already guessed.
I did say to my brother that I would not be doing anything that would soon that would make it uncomfortable as we still have to live and get on in the same house.
I spent 5 hours yesterday trying make-up! It was brilliant.
Denita
When I said to him about the rest of the family he said "I could not give a stuff what anyone says, who gives a monkeys what they think. You do whatever you need to, to make you happy. If they don't like it, that's their problem, not yours.".
I again pointed out to him that I am unsure how far it will all go, possibly full transition and he said "What you do with your bit's is entirely up to you. Your my brother and I'll always love you. If it's what you want to do then it's your decision. No one else's.".
He says I have to tell the doctor and my psychiatrist. Didn't tell him that I think my psychiatrist is on to me anyway.
My first psychiatrist appointment was early last month. The weather was hot and I was not exactly looking forward to an hour in a stuffy office. Air con not really considered necessary for the UK climate. lol. When my time came the receptionist pointed out the door, I knocked and went in expecting a crusty, grey, old guy with hair growing out his nose. So I was totally dumbfounded to meet a mid thirties, tall, curvy, tanned, blonde, in a white and light blue flower embellished maxi dress. Barefoot (white sandals lined up next to the desk) with matching light blue finger nail and toe nail polish. Confident and totally at ease with the world. So instead of the usual greetings and pleasantries as I moved forward to shake her outstretched hand, the first words out of my mouth were "Oh my god, your beautiful." and I promptly dissolved in a puddle of embarrassment.
There have also been times when talking that I am sure she is paying extra special attention at reading my reactions when I've been talking. For example talking about my fathers disappointment at me not being a "normal" boy. Or my being bullied at school. Etc Etc.
Crazy thing is I have absolutely no idea why I have not already said something, but I would put money on the fact she has already guessed.
I did say to my brother that I would not be doing anything that would soon that would make it uncomfortable as we still have to live and get on in the same house.
I spent 5 hours yesterday trying make-up! It was brilliant.
Denita