Trans Day of Visibility

I’m posting this a bit early, but I don’t think anyone is going to complain. March 31st is Transgender Day of Visibility. Well, here I am. Shocker, I know.

I came to my realization late in life, I was in my 50’s. That’s not to say that I didn’t know much earlier in life that there was something that didn’t fit. I kept deflecting and blaming other things for never fitting in to the male ideal. I always found it easier to relate to women. I was never the quintessential man. Now, looking at all this, it doesn’t seem to add up to being transgender, what I don’t have the vocabulary for is the utter feeling of not fitting into the body I was born in, of never being able to relate to what was expected of me.

The day I started HRT, it was like my body said “Ahhh!” For the first time in my life I felt right. My body was finally in sync with my mind, well, sort of. I have not completed my journey, but I am getting there. It’s not a journey I’ve taken by myself, my family went on the journey with me, they have been supportive and accepting.

The sad truth is that I am very much the exception, coming out as trans usually means a loss of friends and family. Up to 41% of transgender people have attempted suicide. Being trans puts you at higher risk for losing your home and your job and don’t get me started on the danger of assault.
So again, here I am, I am trans, I will not hide, I will not disappear. I’m a firm believer that closets are for clothes, lots and lots of fabulous clothes.

Like Oscar Wilde said, “Be yourself, everyone else is taken.”
Love you all… Vicki