So my dad came to see me today. It was the first time my immediate family went out with me in public anywhere. I also told him I came out at school. Today was a major new step for me despite all of my already achieved progress.
Apparently my mom already started giving my dad shit about me being out with him. He didn't tell her I'm out at work.
When he got home she brought up me. Said she was still scared I'd ever come out at work. He... didn't tell her that I already did.
she's bound to find out eventually. and like my dad said, it's your life and no one can live it for you.
Today we were doing this thing where we had to bubble in some info at school for a test. Afterwards a lot of ppl were complaining about the (unnecessary) race section; what do you put if you're mixed? And my (super chill and awesome) history teacher was like "Ikr there's a lot of dumb stuff you guys have to put. This is 2017 you'd think they'd get rid of that junk by now." And I casually dropped in saying how the full legal name and legal sex bothered me and she said she also thinks they should have a preferred name and gender identity section. So I'm out to one of my teachers finally! Yass I might be able to go by my real name in that class now. It's crazy how one little thing like that can make your day and kinda restore your faith in people.
I came out to two managers at work tonight (as trans and as bi), because they wanted to add me on Facebook and I didn't want to lie or make an excuse not to let them, because who has time for that? Anyway, they were both really cool with it - one even gave me a hug. They'll probably tell the main manager, since I asked for time off for hospital appointments and I said it was fine if she knew, and everyone else will probably find out eventually. It was a good night. And now I won't have to wonder what they'll think if anyone at work hears customers tell their kids to "give the man their ticket."
Went shopping. In the women's department, first time. I was terrified, and felt so self-conscious. No one bugged me. No one cared. Used the fitting rooms, again no one cared. Bought my first handful of women's outfits. I feel so damn brave! Look at me go!
First time I bought girl clothes in the store was my first skirt, and I "snuck" it into the changing room, as in I rolled it up around the hangar.