No joke, it hurt less than the blood they took this morning.
My doctor explained the entire process, let me watch the injection, etc.
Not sure how I feel right now, as a non-binary person taking T. I suppose I’ll let you know when I figure it out.
That said, my father was utterly horrid to me last weekend at my brother’s wedding. Negative to the core, and cornering me in a car (it was pouring rain outside so I couldn’t exactly leave unless I wanted to destroy my dress clothing) before the wedding rehearsal and railing about how terrible and inappropriate I looked in a suit, how I just wanted attention, blah, blah, blah.
I should mention I’m 29, that he lives 3,600 miles away from me and I don’t depend on either parent financially and haven’t for years. So treating me like a 12 year old rebellious child — particularly when my brother and his then-fiance had OKed my choice of attire a month beforehand, and even asked me to do a reading at the church in lieu of being a bridesmaid — was utterly inappropriate and even a tad immature on his part.
By the end of the trip, I was just a mess, self-confidence-wise. I’d even considered canceling the appointment today because I was to the point where I didn’t know if I even wanted to transition if that was the reaction I was going to get.
Then I reminded myself that all my other relatives I’d talked to had been supportive, and my father can be a royal douchecanoe, the end.
And now the first shot is done and I can go back to being my geeky, San Francisco living-and-loving, out-at-work transmasucline odd-ball self.
My only regret is that I have but two thumbs-up to give.