My last blog post here in Cyrsti's Condo revolved around Transgender PTSD and how I experienced it Sunday. As luck would have it, the pendulum swung and today was absolutely wonderful.
I accompanied Liz to three of her doctors appointments and encountered several nurses/doctors who I realized have met me several times over the past several years. They were very nice as always. But, it was the other patients and nurses we encountered who made the difference in the day.
I don't know why yet but if I get a good start on the day and feel good about my overall presentation, the day just goes better. It is easier said than done, I know I should attempt to get off to a good start all the time, then again any woman feels better on different days.
Today on elevators (another of my biggest paranoia's) I even participated in conversations with other women, two of whom called us "ladies."
There is no worse feeling than gender dysphoria going wrong for a transgender person, and no better feeling when you don't have to worry about it.
If you remember my last blog post about dysphoria gone wrong in the ladies dressing room, Connie had another take on hearing heavy footsteps:
FABULOUSCONNIEDEEDecember 11, 2018 at 5:04 PM