Transition so far has been all about shedding skins. HRT started the process, deciding that I& #39;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& #39;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& #39;s still memory, but not weighing on me like it used to.

I wish there was no pandemic, but I& #39;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& #39;m glad for the small good things.

I feel like I should end this thread Properly, whatever that means, but I& #39;ve always been bad about ending things. Hope you& #39;re all safe and doing all right tonight.