My wife's visiting nurse was here yesterday. She was a new one, and had never met me.
I sat in my office as she did all those nursey things, and I heard her ask, 'Is your wife trans?', and my wife answer 'Yes'.
I thought I'd rejoin them, to see where this was going. She asked if I minded if she asked a question. Sure, fire away.
'How old were you when you transitioned?' I said 53. 'Why did you wait?'
My own answer surprised me. I said 'I told myself every day for 53 years that I could fix myself, and then one day I said 'I'm broken'.
I told her I would never look back bitterly, asking myself why I didn't start earlier. What is done...is done, and my past is behind me.
After she left, I sat for a moment and reflected on my recent history. The amount of happiness I have packed into a few short years. I have wonderful friends who really care about me, and my family loves me. During transition, I have gone from being the puppy that stops and smells every blade of grass, in awe of it's new world, to being a mature woman, in charge and confident. Have I come a long way?!?!
Half a century, and I never realized it COULD get better.
I'm a lucky girl.
