It's been a rough two weeks. My mother is still not talking to me, my father seems again torn between the love for his family and the love for his wife. I attended the Pretoria pride as first drag princess and I attended the weekly support meetings. 
 
I am learning alot of new things about myself and transgenderism in general with all the exposure I am getting. I have met so many people with the same affliction as me and cried more tiers in this short time than combined through out my old life. The hormones are really helping my dysphoria and for the first time in my life I feel at piece with myself. 
 
I feel a little selfish yes and I am sorry that everyone around me has to live this with me, but somehow I believe this will make me a better person.