Being trans is a nerve-wracking combination of glorious elation over finally being your true self and horrible stress and guilt over how other folks are/will be affected by it.
Case in point: talks have begun with kiddo after she called me a drag king. I’m trying to baby-step it as much as possible, but she’s a little emotional about it. I only start T in a few weeks (I hope), and the changes aren’t drastic, so I can afford to take my time with her and show her that she’s not losing a mom at all and that, weirdly, I’ll probably be more comfortable doing girlier things once my body is more male.