Over a year ago, I made the mistake of having sign-for post intercepted by my grandpa. With a pseudonym. My old username (which I will not tell you. Ever). This is the very reason that username has bad connotation for me, and why I made the switch to strawberryutopia in the first place.
You’d think I’d learn from my mistake.
No. Today, I had some post delivered to my dad’s house. Addressed to Lucy. And it was sign-for. And my brother was out. Guess who had to sign for it? My grandpa!
So yeah. My brother got home, saw the post with my name on it left on the table, and tried to phone me about it. I was busy playing (and failing at) chess at the time, so I pressed Busy. He tried again, which should have been an indication that it was important. So he phoned my dad, who phoned me.
But yeah.
I phoned them, made sure they were both there, and just came out straight away. The coming out itself was fairly straightforward and easy. Once I pressed Call, there was no going back in my mind. It had to be done then and there. It was the worrying beforehand that was the hardest part.
But once I’d told them… I just said on the phone “I’m a transsexual” for simplicity. They asked what that meant. Annoyingly, the first thing that popped into my head as a way of explaining was that “put very simply, i’m a girl stuck in a boy’s body”, which, to be fair, got the message across.
And they were fine with it. Surprisingly so, in fact. They even said they’d try to call me Lucy!
So, yeah. That went well.
I can has cake now?
YAY! I’m so glad that went well for you.
Thanx. I’m still in the “OMG I’m out to them” stage. I don’t remember how long that took to go with everyone else.