Hello friends,
I thought I would share a something which I found amusing - after the event.
I am transgender and I've started my social transition prior to my appointment with my gender identity clinic for HRT. I have grown my hair out, legally changed my name by deed-poll with all the people I need to (banks, HMRC, DVLA, etc). However, because I haven't started HRT, whenever I look in the mirror, I just see my stupid male face looking back at me and feel that's all others see too.
So going to the public toilets is an major issue for me. I use the disabled ones where possible or the, hen's teeth variety (definitely in UK), gender neutral ones. I don't use the ladies', as, as I said, I don't feel I pass and, dysphoria aside, fear being attacked if I go into the men's - especially in today's climate of hate towards trans people.
A little while back, I was in dire need, but the disabled ones had been vandalised, so I bit the bullet and went into the horror (in my dysphoric mind) of the men's. I was dressed in simple skinny jeans and hooded top with my hair in an alice-band and clips, so not overly feminine.
I hadn't taken but two steps inside, when this man built like Hulk Hogan stopped me. My heart felt like it was going to come out of my chest! "Excuse me", he bellowed, "The ladies' toilets are next door, you're in the wrong ones love!". I shot out of there, like my rear-end was on fire!
It's funny how the need to use the toilet went off me. But, at least he saw me as being female and that made me feel so valid.
Blessings Abigail.