Visit to psychiatrist

Today I went to see same psychiatrist which I did last week. We talked somewhat what has happened during the week, how the medication has started and so one. I also did depression test and got 28 points.. which is moderate depression. Although, when I filled it I noticed that most of the questions would get better, significantly even, after transition. She also wrote referral to the trans-clinic for me so that is going forward and I don't have to wait for yet another month. Yay ^_^. After workday I left to talk with my collegue, with who I do most of my work with, in garage, before I left work. Then, he asked that how it went at the doctor, what she said. I answered that I got what I went to get from there, referral to the trans-clinic. He wasn't suprised. He had a hunch about me already that this might be happening. One of the perks of having a job which requires high education; people are more open minded and tolerant. I'm pretty sure other people at work would take this quite easily as well, so I might shock them by coming to work wearing skirt and corset without warning >:). Although I need to fix that skirt first, and lose weigth to fit the corset.

I'm also starting to ...feel different. It is like my brains had been coated with thin velvet. I'm more aware of my body. If the ..thing I had in sunday (see post #2) was some kind of estrogen rush, that might have caused it. And I want more of it. I feel more alive.

Oh well, short post but more will follow.

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