This is always a special time of year for me, well, at least it has been in recent years, as this month marks the anniversary of when I came out to the world as transgender. July 2nd 2012 saw what was a closely guarded secret, only known by a few well chosen friends, become public knowledge, and even though nothing started that day officially, it was the first major step on the road to transitioning from Nathan to Kate.
As usual, a song before anything else….
I was hoping to do this on the actual anniversary itself, but I have been battling a few health issues over the last few days, including barely being able to move.
Anyway, this is a happy article, so less about the health issues. So yeah, on July 2nd 2012 I technically started the journey and life has been strange ever since. Over the course of seven years hormones have changed my face, my body distribution and caused me to grow breasts, not to forget the surgery that finally completed my transition. But even now, sitting here with a vagina between my legs and the aforementioned breasts on my chest, it still doesn’t feel real.
It was such an emotional journey. It many ways it feels like the change will never be complete as I’m consistently trying to learn things that people born female have known all of their lives. This is why I have decided to write the book I mentioned in a previous post, to help those who want to transition to start preparing for their journey with realistic expectations. I’m hoping to announce more about that soon, although I’m not expecting it to go anywhere, and may only ever get posted on here.
Below is a side by side comparison of what I looked like just before I started transitioning, to what I looked like at the beginning of last week, and you would never really think it was the same person. On a side note, I hate how the camera on my phone makes my face look longer than it is.
Switching subjects, life in Portugal has taken a bit of a turn and to sum it up simply, the novelty has worn off and the thought of returning home to England isn’t just passing, it’s something that is constantly on my mind. Other than the odd good day, such as when I went to the beautiful area known as Sintra, I can’t really think of anything that I would miss if I left. The job is just that, I’ve seen most of the local tourist related things, and the few people at work I’d actually call friends, are people who I know relatively little about. I’m not homesick, but when I do a mental list of positives for staying or going, the latter always comes out on top.
Anyway, I’m going to leave this here for now.