Well, this isn't going so well. I still have a job, so that part is way above average.
However, I've been trying, without much luck, to get my name changed on my company email and login id's.
This has proven to be more difficult than I'd have guessed. We're two months into all of this, and all of my legal / financial stuff is changed with the company. They even let me send them a new photo, since I've changed quite a bit.
They changed all that stuff, and then hit technical snags with changing my email / login.
So yesterday, I noticed that apparently for some time now, my female picture displays on outlook email right next to my old male name. I hadn't made any kind of widespread announcement, about my transition, except to my immediate coworkers. I was waiting on the change to my email / name to show up. (I hadn't gotten any ideas from HR on how they want me to handle all of this.)
Anyway, yesterday, I was staring at my new picture, right there next to my old name. And I realized a couple of things. For one thing, I feel humiliated, what a terrible way to announce my transition. I look like a total freak to someone who doesn't know what's going on. I mean, what in the hell could they even think about something like that? I have no idea about how to talk about this at work. I am very embarrassed. I work remotely, so the little picture of me in my email is all anyone sees of me.
This was also fairly triggering. After seeing it there right next to my old name, I realized that I hate my face. I've always hated it. I have felt better about it during the past year and a half, because it's softened a bit with HRT. But seeing it there right next to my old name brought all those feelings back. I still see the old me. The only person I'm fooling is myself. It is all I can do right now not to break every mirror in my condo.
I'm thinking about just selling what little I have left, and getting whatever FFS I can afford done. Really, I don't even want to be able to recognize myself anymore.
It's interesting. I am looking down at my hand, and I have realized that I've injured it. I'm not even sure how I did that, but I better go look around and see if I've broken anything in my condo.
I really don't want to work there anymore. But I need the money, I have a lot of alimony to pay each month. But I've spent the day sending email, and freaking out a little more with each one I send.
Hopefully I'll calm down, my feelings right now aren't pleasant ones.