I was outed at work.
It's a long story, I just feel like writing it down. I don't have a blog, can't talk about it in person and just need to vent. Actually I think I'm gonna start a blog now.
Anyway.
I work in a large government organisation that employees a couple thousand people, everyone knows everyone and everyone got their job because their mum, dad, brother or sister works there. It's all a bit dodgy, but I'm not complaining (my sister and I worked there together after all).
I've been working there for 7 years now, I started my transition early in 2009. It was terrifying, I've heard so many horror stories so I expected the worst. I was pleasantly surprised, people may not have understood what I was going through (and how could they) but they accepted it, or at least didn't treat me any different.
A while after my transition started (when I was undoubtably male looking), we employed the daughter of a man in another department as a favour who worked with us casually. Last year we employed a new girl to work part time, only weeks before I went off to have top surgery. While I was away, the casual girl decided to say to the part time girl "Hey guess what, I've got some JUICY gossip on Nick that could make you judge him!". Turns out her Dad, for whatever reason, decided to tell his daughter her boss was trans.
So the part time girl is shocked. She has no idea what this juicy gossip is, and approaches our manager asking if I had been in prison.
Yes, prison. What the hell.
My manager said no, and that it is a private and sensitive issue and that if Nick wishes to tell you that is his choice, and if not to leave it alone. (I should also add casual girl got a blasting, but continued to work with us because we had nobody else. Awkward.)
So I return to work after my chest surgery and nobody knows what I had surgery for. Part time girl is inquisitive, and I can tell she would never let the casual juicy gossip bullcrap go. I tell her my situation. She is supportive, understanding, and craps on about her avid support of the GLBT community. We get along well, and for the next 18 months I feel she is someone I can trust.
She has gone on maternity leave, her last day was Friday. She started a conversation with me that went something like this:
Part time girl: *in a fan girl excited voice* "So, am I the ONLY person around here that knows now? Now I'm gone for 12 months, does nobody else know?!!?"
Me: *awkward and uncomfortable* "well, yes I assume so. Nobody else should know. I don't think X knows"
Part time girl: "Oh X knows. Something something blah blah (I don't know what she said after that)"
Me: *shocked confused look on face* "Well X shouldn't know, this all happened a long time before X started working here. How does X know??"
Part time girl: *->-bleeped-<-s her pants because she dug her own grave* "Oh um I don't know, someone in X department must have said something, apparently the tour guides have all been gossiping about it and it has gotten back to newer part time girl (another new girl that works with me now)".
Me: *wtf* "None of those people should know. I don't even KNOW any of those people."
Part time girl: *comes up with some excuse to deflect the blame from her*
So after that little conversation, I am obviously hurt, angry, upset, and violated. I go straight to my manager and tell her what happened. I put it in writing and let it sit till Monday. I spent the entire weekend in bed, hardly ate, didn't shower, and just felt like my life is completely and utterly pointless, so why am I bothering with all of this?
Monday comes, and I speak with the HR department. My HR adviser is furious that my privacy has been violated. She gives us some sugestions and we start investigating. Such and suchs manager pulls her in to her office and asks her how she knows about me. According to X, part time girl told her ages ago.
What the effing eff.
So today comes.
Xs Manager pulls her aside again, and asks her, again, who told her. This time the story is different. I'm not really sure what she said, but apparently she wasn't very forthcoming with her information and her Manager said it sounded like she was covering for someone, but X confirmed that the new part time girl is now aware of my situation also.
Convenient.
My manager contacts part time girl.
Apparently, X brought it up with part time girl (X said the opposite), asking if she knew I was trans in which case she said yes, then they had their juicy little gossip about me. New part time girl is apparently aware of my situation through the gossip of the tour guides, but is too afraid to ask me in case it is a rumour.
I'm fuming. I go to my HR adviser, who is also fuming, but unfortunately there is not much they can do. They don't have proof of gossip, and asking around about it my fuel the fire.
What pisses me off is that the excuse the part time girl will give is "Well nobody cares they're all accepting", which is what she said to me when she told her boyfriend I was trans. Oh, and she has since told her ENTIRE FAMILY and even BRAGGED about telling them.
My issue here isn't whether or not these people accept me. My issue is that I am STEALTH. I transitioned to be a male and to be known only as such. I just want to live a quiet life without all this gossip, and without people trying to 'take the flory'. It's like she is so pathetic that to make her self feel better she has to tell people about me, and say how accepting she is of it.
I don't know what to do. I don't know what I can do. If they had of been honest in the beginning and admitted what they did, it could have been a slap on the wrist. Now I want them to recieve a formal warning, but I feel like I am being persuaded not to go down that road. My workplace is very accepting and supportive, they said they don't want to downplay my feelings, but they encouraged me to be the bigger and better person and not let them win.
I see them not winning by having their asses handed to them by the Director of HR.
If anyone was able to read through that thesis, what have you done in a similar situation? I feel so lost. I'm gearing up for my next surgery and excited, and now I feel like its all pointless. Will people ever let me be me?