I went to my eye doctor today. I realized that I've been going to him for over 20 years. And it never really hit me that it could be awkward until I got there and filled out the paperwork under my new name. I had to wait a hell of a long time for him to finally see me (he's apparently really famous.) And he came in and shook my hand and asked how I was. Then he said that the name sort of threw him off. He totally remembered me of course. He wasn't awkward about it, but I could tell he wanted to talk about it, but didn't really know how. I didn't really help. He vaguely asked me about when I started all of this. And even asked me (very nicely) about surgery. I answered everything, I did not feel threatened at all. He referred to me by masculine pronouns the whole time. Though, afterward he asked me how it was for me to switch them. He said I looked good. That it was good I was doing what I needed to do. And he gave me discounted glasses, after suggesting that I should get new frames. He didn't say so, but I know it's because the ones I have are women's.

It was nice to be affirmed by someone who has been in my life for a very long time. And someone who is in my parent's generation. It was a positivie experience. I want many more of those.