Finally got a refferal to adult services now I've got to wait for my first appointment whenever that is.
Congrats! Hope all goes awesomely for you.
Finally got a refferal to adult services now I've got to wait for my first appointment whenever that is.
Well this thread has been super active lately. And here I just accused it of being on life support.
Haha a few new ladies including myself have been very chatty and the community responded....I was actually afraid quite bit to come in because I hadn't seen the thread as much before I came in.Well this thread has been super active lately. And here I just accused it of being on life support.
Sure. That'd be great. : )
Finally got a refferal to adult services now I've got to wait for my first appointment whenever that is.
He has alot up there, I do the the first few from him every morning to help my raise my voice and its a slow process, but I do think it's keeping it going in a healthy way.
Thankyemuchly.
For all of y'all working on your voice, get a job that puts you on the phone a lot!
I had a crummy pizza job that allowed me to work on my voice anonymously all the time. All of that practice got my voice to a point where it would help me "pass" before the rest of me got there.
For all of y'all working on your voice, get a job that puts you on the phone a lot!
I had a crummy pizza job that allowed me to work on my voice anonymously all the time. All of that practice got my voice to a point where it would help me "pass" before the rest of me got there.
For all of y'all working on your voice, get a job that puts you on the phone a lot!
I had a crummy pizza job that allowed me to work on my voice anonymously all the time. All of that practice got my voice to a point where it would help me "pass" before the rest of me got there.
I got my first games of Destiny in with one of ladies, and it was Sarah who is a total doll!
She even put up with butt missing the same jump 5 times and never rushed me, seriously thank you so much for the runs and the patience Sarah, I'm very glad I got to group with you.
Hopefully I can meet up wit some of us others or we can get a whole Fire Team together sometime!
Ps: Sorry I didn't have the H, I went with the pen Name like a total Ass.
Thanks Beth it was fun
It would be awesome if we had enough for a raid group or heroic strikes and I hope I get to play with more of ladies in the future..
6 for a full raid at end game I believe.How many do you need for a raid group? I think I'm level 16 or something right now. Almost completely finished with Venus.
6 for a full raid at end game I believe.
I got really luck and Sarah got me through that one if I'm thinking of the right level.I have been trying to finish this one mission on Venus by myself, but can't. Gah ;_;(the Draksis one)
I got really luck and Sarah got me through that one if I'm thinking of the right level.
Does this mean I should be leveling up my Sunsinger?
I have been trying to finish this one mission on Venus by myself, but can't. Gah ;_;(the Draksis one)
If you are really stuck just send me a message and I can help you out. I am usually just running solo or with a buddy who is really chill.
Hit 16 earlier. Slow going between work and family and my Trasition routunes, but I will hopefully hit 20 during my weekend.Thank you, I will do that. ^^ Right now I'm just grinding; I finished the first Mars mission as a level 12, but that's way under level, so I'm doing bounties and Crucible matches until I'm higher. I'm up to 14 now.
Hit 16 earlier. Slow going between work and family and my Trasition routunes, but I will hopefully hit 20 during my weekend.
Lol.no of.course not.Is this now Destiny Community or what? ○-○
You're not alone.Well, I'd feel good if work didn't suck so much or the SRS wasn't so far away. So I'm pretty bitchy atm.
Something I noticed is that when I feel bad, then I feel "male" again. When I was thinking about this I started to wonder if I simply misidentifyied my bad feelings and emotions as feeling male in the past. Anyone here find this could be possible?
Idk if I wrote this clearly understandable.
Is this now Destiny Community or what? ○-○
No, it's a Destiny conversation in TransGAF.
So, uh, potential trigger warning:
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Things have been real hard recently, y'all. My job hunt has been going on for nearly a year now, and due to the resulting financial hardship, I've been off of my meds for three months. I thought I finally had found a decent job to keep me going, but that opportunity failed last Sunday.
Watching testosterone take my body back over has been extremely difficult, and the resulting dysphoria has basically turned me into a bit of a recluse. I know how quickly HRT started changing things for me, and I know that testosterone is even more powerful, so all I've been able to do is watch it undo the last two years of HRT. Pressure has been getting to me, and I left my house around 10:30 the other night, and just kept walking. I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't even realize I was going somewhere until I was well on my way.
So, I guess walking down the middle of a road at nearly midnight in the suburbs is a good way to get a cop's attention. He said he had passed me twice and that it was unsafe out and wanted to know if I needed any help. I told him that I was fine, and that I just needed to take a walk. He then asked me if I had any identification on me, to which I responded that I didn't. He asked for my name, dob, stuff like that, and then called in a check on me. Living in Texas, changing my gender marker is prohibitively expensive, so I've never had it done, but my birth name is gender neutral. He stood beside me, repeatedly confirming "caucasian female" over his radio until I sheepishly corrected him. After doing so, he offered to drive me back home, I told him that I'd rather walk, but that I'd head straight back.
As bad as things have been, and as awkward and humiliating it was to have to correct the officer, knowing that I still passed flawlessly wearing an old t-shirt, sweats, and being off of my meds for several months somehow made things a little better. I've been in a really dark place recently, even thinking about disappearing for a while so that my friends won't continue to be burdened by my hardships, but this encounter in its own strange way has reminded me that things aren't hopeless yet.
I have no word really to say other then this nearly brought.tears to my eyes.....So, uh, potential trigger warning:
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Things have been real hard recently, y'all. My job hunt has been going on for nearly a year now, and due to the resulting financial hardship, I've been off of my meds for three months. I thought I finally had found a decent job to keep me going, but that opportunity failed last Sunday.
Watching testosterone take my body back over has been extremely difficult, and the resulting dysphoria has basically turned me into a bit of a recluse. I know how quickly HRT started changing things for me, and I know that testosterone is even more powerful, so all I've been able to do is watch it undo the last two years of HRT. Pressure has been getting to me, and I left my house around 10:30 the other night, and just kept walking. I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't even realize I was going somewhere until I was well on my way.
So, I guess walking down the middle of a road at nearly midnight in the suburbs is a good way to get a cop's attention. He said he had passed me twice and that it was unsafe out and wanted to know if I needed any help. I told him that I was fine, and that I just needed to take a walk. He then asked me if I had any identification on me, to which I responded that I didn't. He asked for my name, dob, stuff like that, and then called in a check on me. Living in Texas, changing my gender marker is prohibitively expensive, so I've never had it done, but my birth name is gender neutral. He stood beside me, repeatedly confirming "caucasian female" over his radio until I sheepishly corrected him. After doing so, he offered to drive me back home, I told him that I'd rather walk, but that I'd head straight back.
As bad as things have been, and as awkward and humiliating it was to have to correct the officer, knowing that I still passed flawlessly wearing an old t-shirt, sweats, and being off of my meds for several months somehow made things a little better. I've been in a really dark place recently, even thinking about disappearing for a while so that my friends won't continue to be burdened by my hardships, but this encounter in its own strange way has reminded me that things aren't hopeless yet.
So, uh, potential trigger warning:
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Things have been real hard recently, y'all. My job hunt has been going on for nearly a year now, and due to the resulting financial hardship, I've been off of my meds for three months. I thought I finally had found a decent job to keep me going, but that opportunity failed last Sunday.
Watching testosterone take my body back over has been extremely difficult, and the resulting dysphoria has basically turned me into a bit of a recluse. I know how quickly HRT started changing things for me, and I know that testosterone is even more powerful, so all I've been able to do is watch it undo the last two years of HRT. Pressure has been getting to me, and I left my house around 10:30 the other night, and just kept walking. I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't even realize I was going somewhere until I was well on my way.
So, I guess walking down the middle of a road at nearly midnight in the suburbs is a good way to get a cop's attention. He said he had passed me twice and that it was unsafe out and wanted to know if I needed any help. I told him that I was fine, and that I just needed to take a walk. He then asked me if I had any identification on me, to which I responded that I didn't. He asked for my name, dob, stuff like that, and then called in a check on me. Living in Texas, changing my gender marker is prohibitively expensive, so I've never had it done, but my birth name is gender neutral. He stood beside me, repeatedly confirming "caucasian female" over his radio until I sheepishly corrected him. After doing so, he offered to drive me back home, I told him that I'd rather walk, but that I'd head straight back.
As bad as things have been, and as awkward and humiliating it was to have to correct the officer, knowing that I still passed flawlessly wearing an old t-shirt, sweats, and being off of my meds for several months somehow made things a little better. I've been in a really dark place recently, even thinking about disappearing for a while so that my friends won't continue to be burdened by my hardships, but this encounter in its own strange way has reminded me that things aren't hopeless yet.
Thanks y'all, it really means a lot to me.
So, uh, potential trigger warning:
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.
.
.
Things have been real hard recently, y'all. My job hunt has been going on for nearly a year now, and due to the resulting financial hardship, I've been off of my meds for three months. I thought I finally had found a decent job to keep me going, but that opportunity failed last Sunday.
Watching testosterone take my body back over has been extremely difficult, and the resulting dysphoria has basically turned me into a bit of a recluse. I know how quickly HRT started changing things for me, and I know that testosterone is even more powerful, so all I've been able to do is watch it undo the last two years of HRT. Pressure has been getting to me, and I left my house around 10:30 the other night, and just kept walking. I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't even realize I was going somewhere until I was well on my way.
So, I guess walking down the middle of a road at nearly midnight in the suburbs is a good way to get a cop's attention. He said he had passed me twice and that it was unsafe out and wanted to know if I needed any help. I told him that I was fine, and that I just needed to take a walk. He then asked me if I had any identification on me, to which I responded that I didn't. He asked for my name, dob, stuff like that, and then called in a check on me. Living in Texas, changing my gender marker is prohibitively expensive, so I've never had it done, but my birth name is gender neutral. He stood beside me, repeatedly confirming "caucasian female" over his radio until I sheepishly corrected him. After doing so, he offered to drive me back home, I told him that I'd rather walk, but that I'd head straight back.
As bad as things have been, and as awkward and humiliating it was to have to correct the officer, knowing that I still passed flawlessly wearing an old t-shirt, sweats, and being off of my meds for several months somehow made things a little better. I've been in a really dark place recently, even thinking about disappearing for a while so that my friends won't continue to be burdened by my hardships, but this encounter in its own strange way has reminded me that things aren't hopeless yet.
iirate - What is the breakdown of costs for your monthly HRT regiment?
Yay Alchemy! Keep up the good work~Waiting for lab work... eeek.
Awesome!! Take care and keep a cool.head girl, your almost there.Waiting for lab work... eeek.