Cassi3
05-27-2012, 10:46 AM
or at least it was.... (may be long winded)
A kind and caring friend here in the forum asked how my HRT was going. So I thought to share what has happened to me and why I was absent from the forum for a while.
In October of 2010 my therapist Susan gave the nod to start my HRT treatments and begin my life as me, Cassie, full time. I was on a stop smoking program and had knee surgery scheduled, so we had to wait on that. My surgery was the week before Christmas and it went well. My father, through all this was, according to him, okay and dealing with it.
I was still looking for an apartment, which was slow going because of the knee surgery and during the weekend of February 12th I decided to go out with some friends. My father had gone out with his friends to go fishing, so I decided to get dressed. I had always been careful of his feelings, so I never dressed when he was home, even though he knew already. That evening my friends and I decided to go have dinner. As we were being served, my father and his friends walked in. I was not aware he had not told anyone and one of his friends, whom is crude and a total closed minded bigot, piped up and said, in front of everyone, "Why are you dressed like a girl?" Most people never recognize me, but leave it to the bigot to be the only one.
One of my friends stood up and said to him, "this is not the place for this, nor the time, please let us enjoy our dinner!" My father and his friend left the restaurant. But later when I got home, I was in my male mode by then, my father asked me to leave his home. He stated that he couldn't handle it anymore and was never okay with it, he thought I was going through some mid life crisis and was just trying to play along.
In short, I was left homeless. All the friends I thought I had, turned their backs and wouldn't help. To this day, I've not heard from any of them. I lost my job and health insurance. I had to stay at a shelter and so, without money, a job or insurance, everything came to a screeching halt.
On Christmas of 2011 I went to see my dad, mostly to see how he was. We sat down and he told me to come home, but he didn't want no part of Cassie. He still thinks it's a crisis. But at least there is a roof over my head.
Things are looking up now, and though I have to start over, I learned a very important lesson. No matter how ready you think you are, you're not. I started my own business and doing pretty well. I started saving money for such emergencies. My therapist has since retired, but my new therapist is hell bent on fast tracking everything and has clearly laid out a plan for me in writing. She calls to check on me and see how things are going. I move into my new apartment in July. So not all is lost. It has been a rough emotional journey, but I survived and I truly am stronger physically and emotionally. I have more confidence and courage and my heart has become more forgiving and more open than it was before. So I may have lost some time, but I've gained a lot I think. And that is where I'm at and have been. Life begins anew once again!
I tried to make it short as possible, sorry it's long winded. I truly hope and wish you all a very happy journey on this road we call "Life"
A kind and caring friend here in the forum asked how my HRT was going. So I thought to share what has happened to me and why I was absent from the forum for a while.
In October of 2010 my therapist Susan gave the nod to start my HRT treatments and begin my life as me, Cassie, full time. I was on a stop smoking program and had knee surgery scheduled, so we had to wait on that. My surgery was the week before Christmas and it went well. My father, through all this was, according to him, okay and dealing with it.
I was still looking for an apartment, which was slow going because of the knee surgery and during the weekend of February 12th I decided to go out with some friends. My father had gone out with his friends to go fishing, so I decided to get dressed. I had always been careful of his feelings, so I never dressed when he was home, even though he knew already. That evening my friends and I decided to go have dinner. As we were being served, my father and his friends walked in. I was not aware he had not told anyone and one of his friends, whom is crude and a total closed minded bigot, piped up and said, in front of everyone, "Why are you dressed like a girl?" Most people never recognize me, but leave it to the bigot to be the only one.
One of my friends stood up and said to him, "this is not the place for this, nor the time, please let us enjoy our dinner!" My father and his friend left the restaurant. But later when I got home, I was in my male mode by then, my father asked me to leave his home. He stated that he couldn't handle it anymore and was never okay with it, he thought I was going through some mid life crisis and was just trying to play along.
In short, I was left homeless. All the friends I thought I had, turned their backs and wouldn't help. To this day, I've not heard from any of them. I lost my job and health insurance. I had to stay at a shelter and so, without money, a job or insurance, everything came to a screeching halt.
On Christmas of 2011 I went to see my dad, mostly to see how he was. We sat down and he told me to come home, but he didn't want no part of Cassie. He still thinks it's a crisis. But at least there is a roof over my head.
Things are looking up now, and though I have to start over, I learned a very important lesson. No matter how ready you think you are, you're not. I started my own business and doing pretty well. I started saving money for such emergencies. My therapist has since retired, but my new therapist is hell bent on fast tracking everything and has clearly laid out a plan for me in writing. She calls to check on me and see how things are going. I move into my new apartment in July. So not all is lost. It has been a rough emotional journey, but I survived and I truly am stronger physically and emotionally. I have more confidence and courage and my heart has become more forgiving and more open than it was before. So I may have lost some time, but I've gained a lot I think. And that is where I'm at and have been. Life begins anew once again!
I tried to make it short as possible, sorry it's long winded. I truly hope and wish you all a very happy journey on this road we call "Life"