at least, that is, the final hurdles of ‘coming out’.
Firstly the school run. Whenever Jane has had to do this she’s pulled on a pair of chords grumbling all the way and stomped off in the mens shoes she owns.
We forwarned the class teacher and went for it a few days ago….Jane was willing to go it alone but at the last minute i went along for support. My theory is it makes her look less like a cross dresser on the loose. (psssssst did you change your meds and forget to get changed sort of thing) to someone being supported in an intentional course of action.
It didnt help my nerves her getting into an argument about parking spaces within seconds of getting out of the car.
But we did it.
Feedback was an almost immediate email from the teacher saying parents were asking what to tell their children…so we’ve agreed for her to put out a short note so any nastiness can come from a position of knowledge as opposed to a position of ignorance. (we’re hoping for a better class of rude comments that way) 🙂
From my perspective its sorted out the mums i might like to be friends with, some of them have been wonderfully supportive. The odd arm squeeze here and there…. positive comments, offers of coffee. I doubt any of the school mums read this…but if you do…you just made my life feel so much easier. Thankyou.
And finally i told my mum (in her eighties) who i half joked might descend into dementia before i have to tell her.
That option ceased to be realistic as most of my family cross over with my facebook presence and therefore could have picked up ripples of my news in a number of places.
My mum bless her said she wasn’t shocked, wasn’t disapproving and asked if she could buy John some pants for Christmas…’tight ones or french ones?’ (she’s always struggles with presents for hm…so i guess its pants for crimbo from now on).
Her reaction was so positive i’d a sneaky suspicion she didnt really understand…or dementia already had her in its clammy fist. But my sister (bless her even more) has spent the last few weeks planting the seeds with my mum with numerous conversations about ‘trannies we have known and loved’.
So….everyone now knows.
We can get on with life.