{"id":693,"date":"2014-10-15T19:11:59","date_gmt":"2014-10-15T23:11:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/typingmonkeys.com\/blog\/?p=693"},"modified":"2023-04-30T14:30:19","modified_gmt":"2023-04-30T18:30:19","slug":"so-theres-that-day-23-not-a-good-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/typingmonkeys.com\/blog\/so-theres-that-day-23-not-a-good-day\/","title":{"rendered":"So There’s That, Day 23: Not a Good Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

So There\u2019s That: Adventures in Transgendering chronicled my transition in 2014. One hopes the gentle readers will forgive any awkward or anachronistic language within.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

New York City. Tuesday.<\/p>\n

I am once again giggly excited as I arrive in town and hop the subway to work. First off, since everyone there knows I\u2019m transgender, there\u2019s no more hiding. I have sugarplum visions of conversations I\u2019ve never been able to have before, happening today. No more shame.<\/p>\n

Second off, new boots. New\u00a0women\u2019s<\/i>\u00a0boots. That said, they don\u2019t actually\u00a0look<\/i>\u00a0like women\u2019s boots. No heel, a few straps, a few buckles. But they\u00a0are<\/i>\u00a0women\u2019s boots \u2014 \u00a0from Bakers Shoes. Much like my black high-tops, this is a step in a new direction. Women\u2019s attire that looks like men\u2019s attire. Only cooler. 20% cooler.<\/p>\n

I get to work and everyone is, well, working. No big hellos. No comments about my boots. No nothing. Everyone is focused on a PowerPoint presentation.<\/p>\n

Awesome.<\/p>\n

I know I set my expectations way too high, but I am crushed. I try not show it, and I guess I\u2019m successful since everyone remains focused on their own thing.<\/p>\n

A little chitchat here, a little fantasy football there intersperse the day. It\u2019s no different than it was a few weeks earlier\u00a0before<\/i>\u00a0I came out. \u00a0It\u2019s as if I never shared a part of my soul with the team.<\/p>\n

The day finally wraps. A good work day, but not such a good transgender-y day.<\/p>\n

I want to shout, hey, unburdened person standing\u00a0right here<\/i>. With awesome new boots!<\/p>\n

I leave the office for my weekly therapy session, but I am down. I am depressed.<\/p>\n

At the session, I recount my escapades from the previous week. I guess I\u2019m too much of a storyteller as my therapist wants to know immediately if my oldest came around. Sorry. No can do. You\u2019ll have to wait for my tale to conclude. It\u2019s like reading the last page of a mystery. Your patience will be rewarded. Okay, maybe that\u2019s not how therapy is\u00a0supposed<\/i>\u00a0to work, but the writer in me refuses to cooperate.<\/p>\n

By the end of the session, I finally address my depression, my frustration. This was supposed to be an awesome day. Not a normal day.<\/p>\n

Did they ignore you? Did they shun you? No? Then give them time. That they treat you like they did before is a good thing. It means they still accept you. But give them time to digest the new you. Give it time, and they\u2019ll come around.<\/p>\n

As I walk back to my hotel, I mull these words of advice and slowly, it starts to sink in. Give it time. It\u2019s all good.<\/p>\n

By evening\u2019s end, there is a renewed bounce in my step. And I have a hunch it\u2019s not just the boots.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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