I have no idea how many paragraphs of Facebook posts I’ve written about trans issues as a Totally Cis Person, and how many more draft paragraphs have gone unshared lest I look just a bit too invested in the topic… All I know is that I came out to most of my family as a “male crossdresser” at some point in 2021, and was not afraid to flaunt my perhaps concerning knowledge of feminizing hormone therapy when my cisfem and transfem cousins were discussing their hormones about a month ago.
So I am this close to the finish line, but I’m still afraid to cross it once and for all… I don’t plan on transitioning until I live alone and can afford it, but part of me almost wants to be outed just so that I don’t actually need to assert myself and my needs.
Edit: Hell, at this point I’m pretty sure nobody even remembers that I came out as a crossdresser.
And yet the cis still can’t seem to figure it out! The apparent only consequences of me coming out as a crossdresser was a confused aunt getting me a 1980s My Little Pony t-shirt for Christmas, and me getting to come out as a trans woman to my mom (even though I’m also non-binary, but I don’t need to make things more complicated than they need to be tbh). All those Facebook posts I’ve written about trans issues are basically inconsequential because the algorithm doesn’t show them to any of my relatives, and even the people who do get shown the posts don’t actually bother to read them. So in practice, for most of my relatives, my hints are few and far between, and are pretty much all immediately forgotten. Nobody’s reading into any of this stuff nearly as much as I am.
At this point I’m basically Love Is War-ing this shit because being asked “Are you, like, trans or something?” is enormously preferable to just outright saying “I’m trans, by the way.”.
I’m in a similar boat tbh. I wrote like three or four coming out letters to my parents but chickened out each time. My plan now is to just keep feminizing without bringing it up until one day I just come home with tits and we’ll see what happens.
It’s hard to remember when we deal with it every day, but it’s just so outside a lot of people’s experiences that they don’t even consider it. That, or when they do notice they don’t want to bring it up.
I have no idea how many paragraphs of Facebook posts I’ve written about trans issues as a Totally Cis Person, and how many more draft paragraphs have gone unshared lest I look just a bit too invested in the topic… All I know is that I came out to most of my family as a “male crossdresser” at some point in 2021, and was not afraid to flaunt my perhaps concerning knowledge of feminizing hormone therapy when my cisfem and transfem cousins were discussing their hormones about a month ago.
So I am this close to the finish line, but I’m still afraid to cross it once and for all… I don’t plan on transitioning until I live alone and can afford it, but part of me almost wants to be outed just so that I don’t actually need to assert myself and my needs.
Edit: Hell, at this point I’m pretty sure nobody even remembers that I came out as a crossdresser.
The closet is made of glass.
And yet the cis still can’t seem to figure it out! The apparent only consequences of me coming out as a crossdresser was a confused aunt getting me a 1980s My Little Pony t-shirt for Christmas, and me getting to come out as a trans woman to my mom (even though I’m also non-binary, but I don’t need to make things more complicated than they need to be tbh). All those Facebook posts I’ve written about trans issues are basically inconsequential because the algorithm doesn’t show them to any of my relatives, and even the people who do get shown the posts don’t actually bother to read them. So in practice, for most of my relatives, my hints are few and far between, and are pretty much all immediately forgotten. Nobody’s reading into any of this stuff nearly as much as I am.
At this point I’m basically Love Is War-ing this shit because being asked “Are you, like, trans or something?” is enormously preferable to just outright saying “I’m trans, by the way.”.
Wait till you get your first taste of knowing what it’s like to be out and proud.
I’m in a similar boat tbh. I wrote like three or four coming out letters to my parents but chickened out each time. My plan now is to just keep feminizing without bringing it up until one day I just come home with tits and we’ll see what happens.
It’s hard to remember when we deal with it every day, but it’s just so outside a lot of people’s experiences that they don’t even consider it. That, or when they do notice they don’t want to bring it up.
Someone I knew did that in high school and it went surprisingly well