More years ago than I care to remember, I shared with Jane that I had issues with my Gender Identity. It was a big step, but I elected to be open when I recognised that Jane was someone I felt strongly about. I think it was our second date, I was nervous, but I knew the story had to be told.
Moving on from my initial joy that Jane was not shocked or repulsed by my news took some time. There was clearly a lot to talk about, but the job was done. For the first time in my life, I was able to talk openly with someone who not only knew about my feelings, but who was also completely accepting.
Back then opportunities to put aside Timbo, and embrace my inner self were rare. I was often away from home for reasonably long periods of time, and the logistics of getting time alone in those very early days of our relationship were more challenging.
When those opportunities came, I was incredibly grateful. These cherished moments developed almost into a ritual and such was my gratitude, warmly and sincerely thanking Jane for allowing me to be myself, became part of that ritual. A hug and the phrase, “Thanks for letting me get dressed…” was usually the final act of the process….
“Thanks for letting me get dressed.” I said to Jane last night, as she closed the zip one of my favourite Maxi Dresses.
“You don’t need to say that anymore Suzanne.” Jane replied softly. “You are just being yourself, and you don’t need to thank me for that.”
I think perhaps that I really do……….

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