How to Make Milo Cry
Today is my usual day in the week for gender therapy, a 1+ hour commute away. But that tidbit is beside the point. Today, my therapist told me that he'll make sure my letter for hormones is written and ready for my doctor's appointment on December 7th. So this means two very important things: 1) I'm getting on hormones, and 2) I'm getting on them in the timeframe that I've always wanted; shortly after this coming New Year's in the cliche symbolism of renewal and starting over.
So you would think this would have made me happy enough for the day, right? But wait, dear reader, there's more. I got in somewhat late this evening and finally got to check my mail. What's this; a letter from the courts after over two months of waiting?
Not only did I finally hear back from them, but the letter simply contained the authorized certificates. My name change is already done. I've been legally "Milo" since the 15th.
Once I realized what I was holding in my hands, the entire day finally caught up to me and, without any intentions on my part, I did the most manly thing possible: I completely broke down and cried. There is only one feeling better than happiness, and that's relief. It has been a very long time since I've felt it.
Many thanks to the individuals today that so far have shared in my good news. The steps forward mean even more when you have others that consider it celebratory.
And you know what the best part is? All those in GCS 403 will be in GCS 430 this coming semester, so you all get to watch me go through awkward puberty phase. Aww...