I promise, this is not a scary story.
Yesterday, I went downtown to purchase a name change packet from the courthouse.
I was using my GPS to find the building since I don't go downtown often.
As I'm walking and looking lost a police officer stops me.
He asked me if I need help.
Yes, I told him.
I told him which courthouse building I was trying to find.
Apparently there are like 10 different buildings that are "courthouses". lol
So, I went up to him and told him that I needed to find X building.
He asked my why I needed to go there. (He was very polite and very friendly. There are police officers stationed at every corner to help guide people around).
I told him that I was getting my name changed.
He said, really, Why?
I was like, because I need to.
He said, Okay, and started to walk me to the building.
He was very curious and asked nicely about why I wanted to change my name.
I took a huge leap and was like, my female name no longer suits me. I'm a female to male transgender.
He looked at me with this shocked look.
He said, wow, I would have never guessed. And that I did a "great job". I naturally have a boyish face.
I laughed and took it as a compliment and said thank you.
He said, you know, I've never met someone like you before.
I said yeah, sometimes "we fit in so well" and that you wouldn't even be able to tell.
He was impressed.
I told him that I was finally getting my name changed.
He asked me how long does it take because he was under the impression that it would take two years to be allowed to do anything.
I told him that it's different for everyone but that I hat been presenting as male since I was 16.
I told him that my therapist gave me the okay to begin treatment and that it took only 3 months.
We finally got to the courthouse and wished me luck.
It was a pretty cool experience.
Thank you mister
man! You were very helpful!
