So, I have shared on these boards that my son came out as trans a couple days before starting high school in the fall of 2019. It’s take a while to get my head around to it, and to get my estranged wife around to it, both of us parental units have signed the consent form to start testosterone therapy. This afternoon, my son and I went to the gender clinic and he got trained on how to inject testosterone. Or in his words: “the man juice.”
The preferred spots are sub-cutaneous injections to the outer thigh, or either side of the belly button. Of course, his anxiety kicks in with all sorts of worst case scenarios. Dad left the room. Eventually, the really kind RN put the needle with test saline solution into his thigh, and kidlet pushed down the plunger and removed the needle.
Ok, just a few minutes ago, my son came and asked for help with the injection. After having had blood clots about 8 years ago, I have learned to give self injections into the stomach area. I don’t have a six pack and instead sport a Dad bod beer belly. Pretty easy for me to pinch part of my gut and slam in the needle.
Kidlet also does not have a 6 pack belly. So, I just sat him down in a chair, pinched a bit of gut, and plunged in the really thin, tiny, short needle. He then injected the man juice and pulled out the needle.
Thus starts a big step in the next phase of becoming himself.