I came out to myself in April, started HRT in May; but only a handful of people knew about me. I knew "coming out" generally was somewhere in the future, but I kind of hoped my presentation – which I was feminizing gradually – would make formal announcements unnecessary. (That sort of thing always embarrasses me, anyway.)
About a month ago, I got the feeling that things in this department were going to start accelerating. Soon after, I contacted my sister to get my mother's address. (Our family has never been close, and I haven't spoken to my mother in years.) I had it in my head to ask her a few questions that no one else could answer; but coming out to her was the furthest thing from my mind.
I got the address from my sister; and that night I began drafting a coming-out letter with my sister in mind. I had no intention of sending it; it was just something for the future. Well, 24 hours later, it was sent. I expected rejection; I got acceptance and support. It was an incredible boost; I think I had been more concerned about my sister's reaction than anyone else's.
A few weeks ago, I contacted an attorney who specializes in transgender issues; I should have a new name by mid-January.
Last week, I sent another coming-out letter, this time to my mother. I haven't heard back from her; I'm not sure I will.
Today, I showed up at my bank in total girl-mode for the first time. I did that some time ago at the local mall – once – but I hadn't tried it some place where I was known by name and did business on a regular basis.
Can full-time be far off? I don't think so.
Yes, things accelerated.
