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14th February - moving towards hormones?

I think I've mentioned before that I am a member of a Discord group with a number of trans women, all around the same stage of either knowing but stuck at the start line, or taking tentative first steps.  It's great, they're all lovely and as we're all in more or less the same boat, I relate to what we're all feeling and going through.  My only real problem is that I live in a different time-zone to the rest of the group, so tend to read conversations after they've happened, rather than able to be part of them in the moment.  

This morning I saw my name had been tagged in a comment on one of the threads so I scrolled up to find the conversation.  There was a discussion of who had started hormones and who hadn't, who was doing full-dose and who was doing low-dose and then speculation as to who would be next to start.  Which is where I was tagged in as @Nicola will be next.  

Now there's a thought!

From where the members of the group are in our respective journeys, maybe I am closer to the point of starting than some.  

Am I ready?  Well not until I've done the conversation with my wife thing obviously, but am I ready?  I think so.  I did try to contact my doctor in January to see if they would support my transition alongside a private clinic (they said no) so I suppose I was feeling ready when I did that.  And it is the thing that I have longed for since forever, I felt I should be having female puberty with the other girls when I was eleven after all, so I've been ready for a long time. In my New Year Plan, I was hoping to be starting about now.  

So yes, maybe Nicola will be next.  

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