A brief update this evening. I believe I have reached a pivotal point in my transition activities. I have been doing a lot of things physically. I am letting my hair grow out, I have begun laser therapy to remove my facial hair (which will be followed by other areas), I have been taking hormones. I don’t even own male underwear any more. I am at a point now, when I need to begin to answer questions, not just create ambiguity.
I need to find a therapist. The catch is that I need to find one in the DFW area of Texas, and I need her (or him) to be smarter than me. Or, at least I need to experience the sense that I have something to learn. I know this is a little arrogant, but with almost every counselor I’ve ever met, I have felt like I held the intellectual upper hand. My lack of respect for those individuals invariable led me to question the validity of the exercise itself. The end result is that I poured money into pointless exercises and never really progressed toward a real understanding of who I was, or of what I needed to do.