As a kid, I didn't exactly understand that I was trans, I just felt different. It wasn't until I went to undergrad that I began to figure all of it out. I still can't believe that I'm as far in my transition as I am. I'm very thankful to have been able to survive and be happy through it.
It bewilders and frustrates my boyfriend when I happy-cry. But I never thought I'd find someone who could really see me, if that makes any sense. I've spent way too much time not expecting anything good, it can be pretty overwhelming when I get it anyway.
I think we tend to think, "the world as we know it will end," if we come out or transition or whatever. We think of what it will do to everyone else, as well as how we might become lonelier. With accepting family and friends, or a found family and friends, it's no longer true.
For me, telling people important to me was pretty anticlimactic, I mean apart from the abusive ex. I'd say the harder step was embracing myself and not cringing when people say stupid things to me.
But eventually, someday, it'll be "what now?" Instead of "what's next?" When I'm ostensibly done with surgery planning and upkeep is the new normal, I will be able to breathe and relax, and find a new thing to focus on. At least I know my boyfriend will distract me so I don't obsess too much about the barely visible finish-line in the distance.
Hugs,
- Katie
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