Very Inspiring Blog Award and a Few Year-End Ramblings

Thanks to janitorqueer for the nod. I’ve got to say, I’m so happy I’ve found the community and I’m happy to be able to share my story, too. My goal is that if I make one person’s life a little easier or a little better, I will know that this has all been worth it. So I’m nominating a few people that have been exactly that for me. You guys have made me realize that I’m normal just the way I am. Or maybe not “normal” but I’m okay and you’ve all made my life a little easier.

Dawn to Don

Female-to-Max

A boy and Her Dog

janitorqueer (I didn’t see any rules about not nominating the one that nominated you :-P)

Alix vs. Estrogen

The rules of this award are:

1. Thank the person who nominated you and add a link to their blog.
Display the award on your post.

2. List the award rules so your nominees will know what to do.

3. State 7 random things about yourself.

4. Nominate other bloggers for the award.

5. Contact your nominees to let them know you have nominated them. Provide a link to your post.

6. Proudly display the award logo (or buttons) on your blog, whether on your side bar, ABOUT page, or a special page for awards.

Now, seven random facts about me:

  1. I’ve been in pharmacy since I was 13 – slightly over half my life. I’ve done everything from stocking shelves to doing the working for an insurance company thing. I love my current job and it’s great to love my job.
  2. I have a lot of kids in my life and they mean the world to me. I have a total of 11 kids around, including nieces, nephews and god kids and they’re all amazing, wonderful and unique and I can’t imagine my life without them. They range from 17 to 2 year old.
  3. I’ve had rodents for pets most of my life. Currently I have a hamster, Ophelia and a guinea pig, Romeo. Ophelia is crazy little escape artist. Romeo’s brand new, so I’m still getting to know him.
  4. I love coffee more than most things.
  5. I started blogging as a vaguely emo attempt to pour my feeling out anonymously. It’s turned into more than that for me.
  6. I’m really involved my local Special Olympics and I’m most scared of coming out there. They are a fantastic group of hard-working, unconditional-loving people, and yet somehow I find them the scariest of the all. I play softball with them in the Spring and football in the Fall.
  7. There are only 2 more people in my life that I’m not completely out to….well I mean like close people. Family or close friends. My goal is to be out to them by New Year’s.
​​So on a vaguely related note, I just want the whole world to know what an awesome nephew I have. Every year for Christmas, I give my nieces and nephews a book that I enjoyed at their age or that helped me through something that I feel like they might be going through. I usually write a personal note in the front of it and this year, I thanked my nephew for always being open minded and loving me no matter what. He’s a sweet, loving boy and always has been, even if he’d hate me for ever telling anyone that – especially his friends. He’s 17 and in his tough-guy stage, I was never worried about whether or not he’d accept me… I know he loves me no matter what, but I wasn’t actually expecting him to say anything. I got this message from him last night on Facebook:

I want you to know that no matter what you do with yourself I will always love you the same whether your my aunt Chrissy or my uncle Tyler your still the same person who I had my ups and downs with and have loved since I was a baby I love you so much that you can’t even process it no matter how smart you are and believe me your smart probably one of the smartest people I know and no matter what you decide you want to do I will always love you the same as I always have just had to tell you

Not bad for a 17 year old butthead, huh?

Until Next Time,

Ty

Progress Report

I haven’t really had much time to update since my doctor’s appointment – you know, trying to execute some last minute Christmas shopping.

So I met with my doctor on Friday. I am healthy! Yay! She referred me to an endocrinologist that she knows treats her other trans client. I refused to go to that one. I work for an insurance company that fields that office’s requests frequently and the particular doctor’s office in question sends in the most clinically-questionable treatment requests for their clients. I am not prepared to deal with that level of incompetence from my doctor’s office. They weren’t going to be able to get me in until March anyway. Melissa found me a different endocrinologist that has better hours and can get me in starting in February, so we scheduled the appointment for February 23rd. The therapist is proving a little more difficult. They don’t do intake appointments during “after hours” appointments, which means I have to get an intake appointment between 9am and 5pm.

I talked to my brother, for realsies this time, not by proxy through his wife. He confirmed my suspicions that he loves me and supports me, so that was nice.

We’re in the process of year-end reviews at work. I did swimmingly on mine, which is nice. I have a meeting with my boss Friday to wrap up that process officially. I don’t know how or if I should talk to her, or wait until I have more specifics on the timeline for starting testosterone. I’m no idiot, I know the endocrinologist is going to want pretreatment labs done. At last check, my cholesterol was slightly high, so I know that’s going to be a topic of conversation if it still is (I’ve lost 40lbs since that draw, so it could be good now). So I don’t know at this juncture exactly when I’ll be able to start testosterone and I don’t know at what point the conversation at work is going to be unavoidable. It’s a scary prospect, having to come out all over again. I never really came out as “gay” at this job: everyone has always known (or assumed) and no one has ever made a big thing about it. I’m worried about whether that will still be the case

The Holiday Spirit

So, I hate holidays. There, I said it. It’s mostly the commercialized non-sense that Walmart and Hallmark shoves down our throats that I hate. The “have to buy the best thing” and the “got to get the best price” mentality. I like the idea of family time. I like the idea of a special time of the year when family gets together to celebrate whatever it is they feel they have to celebrate: Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanzaa, Solstice, each other. I guess I just feel like we should all love and appreciate each other all year rather than just for a few weeks a year.

But moving right along… doctor’s appointment tomorrow. Nervous for that. For all my time in the medical industry, talking to doctors, I’m not sure how to talk to them about my own medical needs. I wouldn’t even know how to ask for something simple if I needed it. I think it’s because I’m aware of the amount of drug seeking shenanigans that go on in the medical word: patients jumping through hoops, all to get their next fix. It’s sad addiction, and I don’t want to come off like that. I’m also relatively new to this doctor, so I don’t know how she feels about it. She’s fairly young, so that’s promising. But I don’t know if she’s going to refer me to someone else or be just totally not helpful.

I suppose there’s no point worrying about it until it happens, but we’ll find out tomorrow, won’t we? More updates soon on that, I hope. Fingers crossed I don’t chicken out, ok?

Bonus Material: Rob Gronkowski with a kitten.
Bonus Material: Rob Gronkowski and his adorable baby face with a kitten.

Until Later,

Tyler

Family Tradition and Passing at the Gym

So I’ve never actually been part of a family tradition. My family really isn’t that close-knit, do it for the sake of doing it type. That’s not to say we’re not close; my family would do just about anything for one another, but we’re the do our own things, mostly with each other, type of family. I love it. I’m an independent type and would probably get pretty annoyed with a needy family that constantly had some obligation for me to fulfill. Continue reading Family Tradition and Passing at the Gym

Updates: Coming Home and Coming Out

So I made it home from Florida. Lame. Well, lame that I’m home, not lame that I made it. My nephew is officially adorable. He’s two now, walking and talking and potty training and catching balls like a rockstar. And he thinks I’m awesome. But I digress.

I didn’t really talk to my younger brother explicitly about everything, but like I said before, my fiancee talked to my sister-in-law. I didn’t really feel like I needed to talk to him about it specifically. Fiancee also talked to her family – we decided it was more her place than mine to talk to them. She told her mom that she wanted to talk to her about something serious. Her mom’s first reaction? “Are you pregnant!?” But apparently, after the initial pregnancy excitement, she was quite accepting, as were the fiancee’s sisters. That’s exciting. They offered to buy me a binder for Christmas, which I politely declined as it felt a little too like receiving underwear from your in-laws. But I did appreciate the gesture. They said they were trying to be “supportive” – bad pun intended. Oof. Continue reading Updates: Coming Home and Coming Out