After what has been the most progressive week in my journey so far, I have now finally come out to one of my 3 kids, after an amazingly brave admission from him to me.
My 19 year-old son called me earlier (he lives at his mum's since our marriage ended), and he told me he needed my advice. He said he's had "feelings" he couldn't shake about wearing a skirt, stockings and heels. I told him it was ok and I was open-minded (which he already knew).
He'd purchased some items of clothing and just wanted to confide in someone. I told him it was all fine, it's just clothes, and if it makes you happy, then go for it.
I then told him about my life as Jenny; he was a bit shocked, but absolutely fine with it. He asked me countless questions, and I was very candid in my responses. He and I are close, and I've often wanted to tell him, but the fact that he was brave enough to come to me first made me proud that he trusted me. He says he doesn't want to see me dressed, which is fine with me, and he thanked me for allowing him to talk openly with no judgement.
My other two kids are older - my daughter is 28, and my eldest son is 24 - I've broached the subject with them in the past, and their responses weren't conducive to me revealing Jenny to them. Hopefully one day.
I feel a sense of relief that someone so close to me knows the truth - he's read a lot about his own feelings, so he didn't judge or assume the "typical" stereotypical responses, such as dressing means you're gay, etc.
A truly great end to a fantastically liberating week, and I am so proud of my son.
