Just a little update about my post-op life adventures. For the most part, all has been going well. I've been pretty lucky so far, rarely a miss gender, with the exception of a fail every so often on the phone. To be honest, I'm pretty sure most people know I'm trans, but don't care, and are just interested in interacting as they would with anybody else. I've found most folks to be sensible and polite, and many that may not realize I'm trans. I've had my share of gentlemen holding doors open for me, and my share of those oblivious to others around. Being treated as just another human being is a wonderful thing.
I try not to get so hung up on the occasional encounters with the misguided souls, but sometimes these encounters seem to cut deeper than others. I never acknowledge their sarcasms with any more than a smile and go on my way. Not sure why this one has stuck with me so long. About 3 months ago, I was on my way back from the mailbox. There was a young couple admiring what appeared to be a new vehicle they had just purchased, when the male replied loudly in my direction, "Wow! Look at that!", and the female replying loudly, also in my direction, "Ugley!".
I ignored their comments and continued on to my apartment. I'm not sure why this one has stuck with me this long, after all, the couple could have been referring to something else entirely, but at the risk of jumping to my own conclusions, I have to ask, what kind of people would loudly direct such an ugly comment across the street at an elderly person in a retirement community. Anyway, I'm sure I'm overreacting.
People come in all sizes and shapes, and it certainly has been an interesting journey meeting them as the person I am proud to be.
Hugs!
Donica