Kyle's been gone for days on end; I haven't been feeling like him much at all. Ever since I came home from visiting my Dad last week. Nothing bad happened during the trip (one mildly embarrrassing moment but not much else), it's just something I noticed.
Maybe I was thrown off the day Dad and I went to take pics at an antique shop... I told Dad I needed to use the bathroom and he asked the owner of the store "Where's the ladies room?" Now, I was wearing my flannel shirt, band tee, skull jacket, black cons and gray beanie, and I'm standing next to Dad and my brother, so the owner looks rightfully confused and exclaims, "
Ladies..
" I felt myself turn a little red, and I just quietly smiled and raised my hand indicating that I was the lady... I was then led to the restroom with persistent acclaim that it was clean. A rather subjective word, but not the point.
I talked to Dad at length about my want for transition and I was glad he was a good listener. Talking about my transition to my older sister months ago left me in tears (Mom swears she'll come around later, I hope). He took all my words seriously, he asked questions, he made sure I knew what I was getting into and whatnot, all in all just fine (this talk was AFTER the antique store incident). I did overhear him talking to my older brother in the car about how there must be ways I can transition without jumping the gun on hormones.
So yeah, I've been feeling weird since I got home, and Kyle is nowhere to be found :/
Does that happen often to many trans? Your real self just sort of goes into hiding on you?
