Well, I hate to say but that is how it is.
I'm me, FT, happy, normal, work, shop, cook meals, visit friends, I'm just a very normal woman.
And that's it! I'm not followed by a brass band, no placards and no bolts of lightening are hurled when I walk past churches.
It's great, I'm just normal.
But funnily we have to get used to it. That is what being accepted is all about.
Nothing happens, we are just us.
And then we think, what the hell was all the fuss about? No one gives a hoot!