Rebecca Riot's Diary

2 weeks on from my last entry, I have been in a state of confusion as my wife has continued the course of action, today for example we updated her provisional driver's licence. But there have been hints of the same old person underneath here and there, such as insisting my phone being silent because it buzzed all night (it doesn't, it has an automatic do not disturb schedule). This actually led me to miss a critical call for help one day last week. What is bothering me today is a hat. For context I misplaced a multicam ball cap on a morning run last Sunday, and my marpat boonie is also missing. I am planning on looking for a cheapie at the car boot market tomorrow. This morning after a small instant where wife opted to bicker at me (which I shrugged and grey rocked), she changed her demeanor by time I was tidying the car up to go update her driving licence. She presented me sweetly with a smile a new multicam boonie she picked up in town as an early birthday gift. But it has be...

Feeling very much stuck in groundhog day. Since being officially on the waiting list for gender services I seem to have suffered disphoric sensations for longer and harder than previous. Made worse as my drive in January and February to have one day a week in Girl mode was faced with distancing and tutting, making it feel very uncomfortable. While the past few weeks my wife has been remarkably able to do grocery shopping on her own (where she would insist went alone to do even after testicular surgery), and has started to sort out her bank account.  The bank account thing is strange in context of her past avoidance. Previously, she had refused to fully utilise the current accounts (personal and a joint account) set up during her Visa periods, #incase of the big bad IRS". She had in January in the midst of my boundary push even complained on social media that she wished she had a bank account to pay for things. I had to immediately rebuttal this in reply, and upon returning home fr...