Over the Rainbow.

There's a quote, from Supernatural. Dean says it to somebody, possibly their dad, I can't quite remember.

And I'm thinking to myself; I'm 16 years old, most kids my age are worried about pimples, prom dates, and I'm seeing things that they'll never even know. Never even dream of.'

It pretty much sums up everything, right now.

My partner came over for two weeks, but in that time I finally got rid of an ex who had taken up interest in my again, and lost the companionship of my best friend. I'm hoping he'll eventually work out that I actually care about him more than he could possibly imagine, and didn't mean to upset him.

Since I last updated, I tried to visit a therapist/psychologist/whatever she calls herself. Her name was Melissa, and she was a nice enough girl, if not for the fact that she didn't understand Transsexuality, tried to convince me to tell my parents, and couldn't actually help me.

She did direct me to a few communities, including a place called Over The Rainbow, in Bournemouth. But I can't actually get to Bournemouth routinely without raising suspicion from my parents. Still, nice of her to try.

I realised I can't really go to one of those people yet, because they really can't help, no matter how good they are. I can't begin to sort my life out until my parents accept me/I force them into my way of thinking, and everybody else knows.

But as soon as I get across to University - roll on September 2014 - I can go to a GP, tell them what's going on, get sent to a psychiatrist, and start the big ole process. I won't start T until my partner can get over here to stay, in maybe three years, but I doubt I'll even have any to hand until then, so it's fine.

The way things look, by the time I'm 22/23, I should be on T, perhaps I'll have had surgery, and nearing my wedding. It's a long time, but it's good to know where I'm heading.