The number of supportive friends who know continues to grow, which is amazing every time it happens. I have drafted a letter to my parents. Wow that will be interesting.
But I think most importantly I have come out of the closet properly and honestly to *myself*.
Up until about a week ago I still hadn't been able to resolve the fact that most transwomen have known they were in the wrong bodies for most if not all of their lives, but I have been telling everyone I was coming out to that since I didn't, I was still confused as to what path to take. Was this all just a big mistake on my part? Was I really Trans?
Well on yet another sleepless night I got up and started writing things down. And I was finally able to realise the number of events in my past where I would truly have been happier in a situation if I were a girl. Being mid-30s now, there was no internet, or magazines, or even anyone in my suburban upbringing around for me to identify the concept of transgender, let alone that the term might apply to me.
And in more recent years when I have started questioning, my huge denial built up over decades meant that I thought I was first an effeminate male, or then perhaps a cross-dresser.
But no. I'm out to myself now, and it's all I can do to slow myself down to a pace that doesn't destroy the great relationships I have with family and friends.