Fuck History! Or, alternately, Coming Out

Well, not so vehement as all that.

I got tired of dredging up the past (though I do have a lot more hints that make me slap myself in the head and have REGRETS for my own obliviousness - let's not talk about the comic I drew which I may someday be convinced to post or god forbid continue) and today I will be talking about the present, which was my goal from the get-go.  I had to set the scene, though.  You understand.

The day or two after I found out, I told my dad.  He is an amazing man.  He has had, by far, the best reaction of anyone I've told so far.  We took the dog out for a walk and I told him I had gender dysphoria.  We're alike, him and I.  Put a fancy medical name on it and it starts to make more sense.  We also crave the printed word when we're trying to cope.  While I can't exactly excuse him for the "Dear Abby" articles left on the counter about coming out as a lesbian, I can't blame him either.  His daughter has always been a little weird, and while the topic wasn't technically correct, it was in the neighborhood.  Just 3 letters to the left.  (I'll give you a minute.  There ya go.)

We wandered for a while and I told him all the stuff I'd found out, and how I was probably 80-90% sure I was trans.  I told him I wasn't changing my name yet, and I wouldn't be asking any drastic pronoun shifts for a while (at least until the transition is obvious) and that I would share any research I found with him.  He told me he always knew I was a little different and that whatever I am, he loves me.  And that he would follow my lead in regards to my stepmother.

I told her, which was... frustrating but not devastating.  She didn't, and doesn't understand fully, but I'm not really interested in her understanding.  While I was telling her, dad was on the internet, looking helpful definitions up on wikipedia and commenting on interesting facts pertaining to transgender.  Love my dad.  She was quiet for a few days (which was a relief) but has now resumed speaking to me and hasn't mentioned it since.

I'm fine for now with being seen as female.  There's a lot of changes that have to be made before I pass as a man more than just by accident.  Knowing that my mind is struggling to reconcile the contours of my body with the solidity it expects helps so much.