Almost, but not quite, entirely unbearable! 🙃

I was in the closet for only a month after my egg cracked. And I came out to the family member I was most worried about first. I came out to my possibly transphobic kinda catholic mum before I came out to my best friend. (Actually, I have trans friends I’m still not out to but that’s a different story). I wasn’t wrong to be worried, my mum hated my name, insisted there were no signs and tried to get me to talk to her friend’s detransitioner girlfriend about it.

But I got to wear whatever clothes I wanted right out the gate. I didn’t exactly get any compliments about it but at least I didn’t have to hide. I looked like a man in a dress, or a best a boy in one. But at least I got to imagine a future where I could be me