Transition so far has been all about shedding skins. HRT started the process, deciding that I'd change my name after all (instead of using my middle name) really intensified it. Wave after wave

of finding myself suddenly SEEING some belief or interest that I'd never questioned before, that felt integral to me, and just . . . letting it crumble away.

Or, a few times, finding myself immersed in some clump of memory from decades ago,

and after a week or two of intense 1994 or something, the emotional charge runs out and . . . it's still memory, but not weighing on me like it used to.

I wish there was no pandemic, but I've been able to isolate with my partner, and

this horrible year has nonetheless given me a gift, of time and space to let some of this shedding happen without interference.

Not what I expected, but I'm glad for the small good things.

I feel like I should end this thread Properly, whatever that means, but I've always been bad about ending things. Hope you're all safe and doing all right tonight.