the first person was my present therapist. I was in hiding for far way too long.

My best friend Tina. She said "If you're going to do that, you need to get boobs." She later named me Devlyn. Yeah, I'm not transsexual, but I thought I'd stray into this section and reply anyway.

Hugs, Devlyn

The first person I told was my wonderful-amazing-super-special-greatest-person-ever partner, muffinpants.

If my rain of accolades didn't make it obvious... she reacted well.

An old work acquaintance named Lottie, with whom I shared far too much emotional baggage following my divorce.  I'd call her a friend, but I'm honestly not sure if I have any of those.  I'm pretty sure I don't.  I can't tell you the last time a non-family-member actually called me or invited me to something.

First person I mentioned it to was an former teacher of mine/ current academic adviser at school. She suggested I go to the school counseling center so I did, 2nd person I told was the therapist there, my current one still. First person close to me I told was a buddy I've known since 7th grade. Still working up the courage to tell my brother and a bunch of others 

My mum. Though she came fishing for it. She knew I had been down a long time and decided to literally not leave me alone till I told her.

My Wife about 1 1/2 weeks ago.

It's a battlefield atm.

The first person I told was a female friend. A friend who has a FtM child. So I knew that she would understand.

I told my fostermum. It was painfully obvious that I was not like her bio-sons and she was the only person that I trusted back then. So I ended up taking her aside and had a one on one chat. You could see as the conversation went on, it all pieced together in her mind. She has been my rock ever since. Love you mama bear!

I told one of my oldest friends. Then i told a few more that i thought would understand. So far only one has rejected me. Ironically i met him through his wife, and now, even though he wont talk to me, im better friends with her than i ever was with him.

My Uncle 7 years ago before he passed. We were drunk, and I blurted out that I thought I may be. He was very manly and into sports and guy stuff. Always tried to get me to Man up... get me to do guy stuff. I told him that I hated all that guy stuff and just felt wrong about everything. He said he always kinda knew but he was scared for me because his friend who was a transwoman got killed in college, back in the 70s. Brutal story He told me its a very scary path and he felt I should just forget about it and Man-Up, thats why he always pushed me to get into sports and crap. He never told anyone what I told him, took it to his grave. He was an awesome person and the story of his friend still makes me sad and scared. I kinda re-buried the thoughts until just recently. I told my Mom a few weeks ago and she was not surprised...  how did everyone know and I didn't ? My brothers introduce me as their sister.... ever since we were kids.... 

The first person I told was my wife, although it wasn't really planned, she just kinda kept digging one night until she uncorked the dam I had built.

My wife. She was shocked and scared (to be honest, so was I, since I just figured it out!) but we muddled through together. I don't think I would have been half as successful without her unflinching support from day 1.

My girlfriend at the time.

My mom

An old girlfriend of mine who was far enough removed from my life that she was unable to out me to anyone else that knew me. I really needed to share  my secret verbally with someone who knew me. To my surprise she said it made sense to her. 

My wife (as noted in my signature Sept 21, 2013) I had already identified as gender fluid and then genderqueer. (My wife is gender fluid.) The funny thing is that I had been contemplating transitioning back and forth so many times of the years, talking myself out of it time and time again. I was driving and we were talking and it hit me like a ton of bricks. "There is no denying, I am transgender and I need to transition from MtF." I told my wife seconds later. She wasn't totally surprise though. She has been great and super supportive. Of course we've had our ups and downs, but we are a stronger couple than ever before.

I told an acquaintance.  I was good friends with her back in high school where we both on the gay straight alliance so I knew it was safe to tell her.  Since we had grown a bit apart since then, there was no chance of negative consequences, so telling her was a great way to build confidence and get the ball rolling.

I told my parents at four when they sat me down and told me n no uncertain terms that I was a boy and that if I got into my mom's makeup or jewelry again I'd be punished. I told them, according to my mom, then if I'm not a girl I'm in the wrong body. I didn't believe it and asked her if it was really true and she said, 'word for word!' At 12 I crawled into my mom's lap (very bizarre in itself for me to have done that by that age) and told her that if I couldn't live as a girl, then I didn't want to live, period.

A very sweet woman I worked with named Kari. She was very supportive. Sadly life took us in different directions shortly after.