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6 Jan 25 - back to work, do I still feel the same?

Damn it was hard getting out of bed early this morning! And so dark too. Did not enjoy. 

As a full-time wearer of women’s underwear and seated loo user, this was my first day in the office and I kept that up all day. This isn’t the first time to be fair. I did start 2023 with a new year resolution to always wear knickers and wee like a girl in what was then my plan to transition that year. Didn’t get any further than that in that year, but I did keep up those things for over two months before I gave up the whole thing as futile. This year is going to be different though. I have my diagnosis of gender dysphoria. I have my referral to start hormone therapy. Last time around, I didn’t have either when I started and wasn’t entirely sure how they would happen. More than just the practical stuff though, this time is different because I know what I want. There is no longer any doubt over whether I am trans enough or if I have dysphoria or not. I have. That certainty has given me the confidence I lacked to be honest with myself about my gender and that I am going to transition. 

I was maybe a bit worried that it all just seemed easier and clearer because I have been away from work. Or that I had spent too much time in my own head without the distractions of work. However, now I’m back and have other things to think about, the feeling is still strong

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