Coming Out
Someone wrote…
My name is Christine (mtf, born Henry). I was born one of four boys, raised by our dad, since mom passed away when I was five. (All my brothers are older than me, and they’re all in university this year.) I’ve known I was transgender my whole life, but I couldn’t find the proper word until about a year ago. I came out my brother Arnold, and later, when Dad expressed some open-mindedness about gender, I came out to the whole family. Everyone seemed queasy and awkward, and I knew I’d done something wrong, so my anxiety sent me flying to my room. I went to school the next day, dreading the uneasiness of coming home to an awkward household and a silent dinner.
Instead, when I came home, I went to my room, but Arnold blocked my path. Dad and my remaining brothers joined us, and Dad said, “We have a surprise for you.”
He opened the door, revealing that they’d redecorated my room while I was at school. Everything was feminine, pink (my favourite colour), and just beautiful. There was even a sign above my bed that read “Christine” in cursive. I was crying from a combination of shock, joy, and overwhelming love; and I would’ve collapsed to my knees if Dad hadn’t caught me.
He pulled me up, and he said, “I love you, Henr–I mean, Christine. Always have, always will. All of us.” He leaned in with a sneaky smile and continued, “And between you and me, I always wanted a daughter!” We both laughed.
Have I mentioned how much I love my family?
What’s your experience?
Category: your voice 2 comments »
August 22nd, 2015 at 10:35 am |
What a sweet story!
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August 24th, 2015 at 1:50 pm |
I’m so happy for you! I teared up reading this, so wonderful. :’)
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