So this happened earlier this month, just thought I’d share my stories. My egg really cracked like late march and early April. Except “cracked” is underselling it- I exploded with repressed emotions and thoughts with a sudden surge of energy, hope, and pride in myself that had only been filled previously with ennui and apathy. I had to yap about it. Had to think about it. Had to BE!
Anyways, I told my super close cousin on easter after harassing him to hang out for two straight weeks. Then I saw the moment and just told my sister that same day completely unplanned. Both were pretty supportive and understanding, though my sister obviously had to grapple with it a bit more. They both gather that there was something queer about me the whole time :|
Anyways the next week I was feeling super dysphoric on Thursday. My mood randomly flipped 180 and I thought I was a complete fraud, an infiltrator and a liar. So I called two of my friends to meet up and told them both. Then knocked another three out one by one over the weekend. I was a little scared because one friend had said the word “fag” and other homophobic and misogynistic jokes that scared me on his politics. I knew he was a really sweet and loyal guy I had known since elementary school though, so I was torn. Anyways when I came out he was immediately SUPER apologetic and we went out for slurpies while we established clear boundaries, my openness to answer questions, and what exactly was so wrong with the jokes he said beyond just a me issue. Seen at last!
Last on my personal circle that I spoke too often was my brother and parents. Our family is very left leaning and accepting, so I knew I was safe but even still the difference between being an ally family and having a trans daughter is a big leap. I wanted to tell them on the weekend, but it came up on Wednesday and I spilled my guts. Three hours later and I’m officially the team girl. 😊.
Anyways now’s time for all the real shit and being an adult- but might as well hit the ground running, right?!
