As some of you may be aware, I've come out to just about everyone in my life and have had positive responses from everyone except for my immediate family. My hubby, who is very much heterosexual, in particular reacted quite badly as he thought our marriage must have been a sham. It hasn't: I've always loved him and still do - but I have to live in my own skin so I can't carry on any longer pretending to be something I'm not.
So Hubby & I went for a very productive counselling session on Saturday morning during which it became apparent that we'll probably have to divorce but we have the potential to do so amicably as we still care about each other. I don't think I've cried so much in ages, but at least we're not keeping our heads buried in the sand.
After that we went to a local coffee shop for a refreshing cuppa... and of all the places he could've picked, there in the queue in front of us was another FtM - the first other FtM I've spotted in the local area. He seemed to be post-T but pre-op from what I could tell, and I only spotted him because I'm heading down the same road myself. Damn, T certainly does do the body good!
I discreetly mentioned him to Hubby, who seemed visibly moved and impressed with the effects of T. Seeing someone further down the road than I am really brought home to Hubby that gender dysphoria is something that affects ordinary people and some of us do manage to pluck up the courage to do what we need to do in order to feel okay with ourselves - and that it isn't a freak show. He seems to be warming to the idea of what I need to do.
So to the transguy who was hauling his suitcase around Bristol on Saturday morning - thank you!
