I’m very out. When I grew up in the 60s/70s, there was little to no info available about transgender people. When puberty hit I learned I was almost exclusively attracted to men, and thus concluded that I was a gay man. Started coming out as gay at 17 and basically blew the doors off my closet by the age of 21. Those were the early days of the HIV/AIDS pandemic, and marching in the streets was something many of us did. I was out, loud & proud for decades. Then, in my fifties I finally had the opportunity to work through some very old trauma and in the process discovered that I’m actually a trans woman. In 2017 I decided to transition.
I figure everyone knows whenever I step out of my house, or when I speak. That being the case, having coming out conversations with others just doesn’t feel necessary. If someone doesn’t know I’m trans, they’re not paying any attention.
I am not out to many as an autistic, at least not yet. I have told the two people I’m closest to, and one of them said, “Oh. That actually makes a lot of sense.” My therapist also knows, since she referred me for the assessment.
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"Who in the world am I?” Ah, that’s the great puzzle.”
Alice in Wonderland
AQ score: 36
Diagnosed May 2021: ASD Level 1, requiring support; and also Unspecified Anxiety Disorder