I came out publicly as a lesbian in 1985. And it was largely a non-event. My family accepted me fully, I lost a couple of friends, but it was largely painless. It didn’t effect my work life, thankfully.
And as time went on, and I kept living out and publicly as a lesbian, there have been only a few moments where it’s mattered. Mostly because I have always chosen settings, places to live, and people to hang out with where this wasn’t going to be a problem.
So, unlike many people, my coming out as queer process was basically painless.
I don’t know how I’m going to look back at this coming out process – coming out as trans. Perhaps I have rosy-colored glasses looking back more than 30 years, but this process has brought up a lot for me, in surprising ways.
I think I know a lot more about myself now than I did at 25. And I know that one of my core wounds is the fear of not being accepted or loved for who I am. And as I affirm, really, who I really am in a more full way, that wound is being activated, big time.
And, on the other hand, so far, I’ve been met with a lot of support and love. I have great friends who have been great listening ears, and sweet, and understanding.
I have a lot of other people to come out to over then next few months, and so there’s a lot of fear there. So I’m taking a deep breath, and taking it one step at a time.