I read others stories and often marvel at the strength of will people have. For me I thought I too was a strong woman, quite capable of negotiating my way through the urban jungle of my existence.
Some people seem to be secure in their minds that they can deflect the most mean of barbs. Oh, how I wish I was one.
I started this year determined that trans was an old thing, that I was done transitioning and had embarked on the rest of my life as a woman. I felt strong, clear, happy and sure.
Sadly, it is a house of cards. My old frailties lie just beneath what , it turns out is a facade. One word and my confidence lies shattered on the floor. I feel insecure, uncertain, exposed, a fraud.