I was 39 years old at the time, isolated in a house with several open-minded roommates.
Within a few months, I shared that I wanted to change my name to Stacy and fully adopt pronouns.
Stacy felt less gendered to me, and that was a childhood name.
Because we were all at home together, my roommates and I would meet often in the kitchen throughout the day. I told one of them I was going to see my therapist, and she hugged me and congratulated me.