Had a little incident yesterday, which I’d nearly forgotten about, (shows how much it concerned me, not). I was walking up to the car to go and take Tracey’s sister over to Guildford when I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, this guy staring at me while he was waiting on the corner to cross the road. I looked and recognised an old drinking partner, Andy, (not even sure if that’s his name). He looked at me and, with a big grin on his face, said, in a loud voice “Alright bruv?”. There weren’t many people around but, for a moment, I still felt like crawling under the tarmac. I simply looked at him and said, “Fine Andy, you?” and carried on, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. As he crossed the road I heard him say “Good on ya”. I waved and carried on.
I told Becky, when I got to her house, and we both fell about laughing. She pointed out that I showed how far I’d come, that I wasn’t frightened or disturbed about it. When I thought about it later, I realised that, had this happened a year or so ago, I would probably have scuttled back in my flat and not come out for the rest of the day. Now, I just take it in my stride.
It does highlight a problem that any TS woman or man faces. How to deal with people from the past whom you haven’t seen for many years and who don’t know, or who may have heard from other people and possible have the wrong end of the stick. I, myself, would prefer to be straight with people whom I have known and lost contact with and, if their reaction is negative then so be it. If their reaction is positive then all the better. Thus far, this is the first time I’ve had to deal with an old acquaintance but I’m sure it won’t be the last.
I’d better stop here before I go into full ‘rant’ mode. I’ll save that for my other blog.
Had the Decapeptyl injection in me backside this morning. Didn’t feel a thing. I had to ask the nurse if she’d done it and was told it was all finished! Then had to run to the pharmacy to get the Cypro, which had just been delivered and took it immediately. So, no ill effects thus far. Just a feeling that things are progressing nicely, and feeling happy.
Happy, that is, until I watched Panorama tonight on BBC1. My old school, the Royal Alexandra and Albert Boarding School was featured in an article about child abuse and a change in the law. I hadn’t realised that there were seven abusers, all staff, at the school when I was there. I was, to say the least, quite shocked. It just goes to show how naive I was in those days. I just hope the program hasn’t damaged the reputation of such a good school.
Tomorrow should be interesting. The reason? I have my first Decapeptyl injection in the morning. It’s a GnRH Agonist used, in my case, to suppress the production of testosterone and, along with the Cyproterone Acetate I’ll be taking it should result in an almost, (but not quite), nil level of testosterone in my body, allowing the oestrogen to work its magic. Talking of which, I’m now on 6mg/day of Estradiol Valerate. I shall report further, in a few days.