Lately, I’ve been experiencing a version of isolation that I haven’t had before. The way major life changes can distinctly separate a before and after, creating a stark line between chapters, I see my separation with my wife as one of the biggest turn of events of my life, one that I’m still recovering from on so many levels. During the first two years after separating, the pull to become a hermit and look inward resulted in me not socializing very much, and even had me side-eyeing just about every friendship. I’d learned from my sister that my ex was sharing personal and inflated stories about me. A lot of our shared friends seemed to empathize with her over me. The few people who reached out to offer support, I admittedly wasn’t very quick to take it. I was depressed. I didn’t know how to tell people I am trans. My ex outed me to people before I was ready to talk about it. I felt wildly misunderstood, however I was just beginning to learn how to let people misunderstand me and keep o...
they/them Sharing my thoughts and musings as I meet myself over and over again.