The story began in Part 1 – Exploration.
Coming out
We started Jake’s coming out process with some preparation and planning, as usual. We made a list of the people he wanted to tell first starting with who would be easiest to tell and would likely be the most accepting. Telling them would hopefully give Jake the confidence and support he needed to tell the ones who’s acceptance would have a bigger impact and therefore, would be a lot more stressful to come out to.
I helped Jake write an email that he sent to the first few people on the list. When that went well, he continued down the list at his own pace. We revamped that letter a number of times throughout the coming out process depending on who we were telling and what type of information they would respond to best.
Gender Gymnastics
I had my own sort of coming out process at the same time. For a long time I had been trying to refer to Jake using male pronouns and name in my own head and at home (which we discovered is hard to do because when it’s just the two of us we never use our proper names or third person pronouns). But until Jake was ready to come out I still had to refer to ‘my wife’ when I wanted to share personal stories with co-workers. This is something I had done a lot of in the past in an effort to be a visible example of a queer couple. Plus, I’m a talkative sort of person, what can I say. This became very uncomfortable, to the point where I began avoiding pronouns or using neutral pronouns when talking about Jake, and shortened his birth name to a gender neutral nickname. However, neither of those would fly around his family so I had to continue with the female pronouns and name with them.
Adjusting to someone’s new pronouns and name is extremely difficult for a lot of people but here I was switching back and forth between three sets of pronouns and names with minimal errors for about four months. We quickly realized this must be my super power. Even so, it took a lot of mental energy, caused a baseline level of burnout that would continue to escalate over the next two years, and caused me to develop a speech pattern that has random pauses in it from when I had to reorder the words in a sentence to avoid a pronoun midway through.
Telling My Co-workers
Around the time Jake started coming out to his friends and family, he gave me permission to ‘come out’ for him with my co-workers (whom he had minimal to no contact with). Finally, I would be able to use male pronouns and refer to my husband Jake. This happened to coincide with November 20th – Trans day of Remembrance. I work in health care in a department that is broken into smaller teams so I decided to make a short presentation at a the next team meeting.
I highlighted how difficult navigating the health care system can be for trans people and the disastrous consequences of that ignorance and transphobia can have, especially when it comes from a professional or happens at a time when the trans person is already in a vulnerable position. I explained that this issue is particularly important to me because my husband is transitioning. My voice only wavered a little bit at this point but I was extremely grateful that I could hide my shaking hands behind the lectern and lean on it for support when my legs went to jelly. I quickly followed this with an educational introduction video done by Jazz Jennings listing the 10 most important things to know about trans people. At the end of the meeting I received hugs from a couple of my closer friends on the team and someone even thanked me for helping them understand what a younger member of their family was also going through and how to support them better.
In my experience, there was plenty of gossip about co-worker’s private lives relating to other topics (deaths in the family, health issues, reasons for absences, personality conflicts, etc). I thought this would be a novelty item for gossip and would spread quickly through the department. Well, I was wrong. Either my partner transitioning is too far removed to be of interest (rather than me transitioning), or people didn’t know how to talk about it or were too uncomfortable to talk about it to want to gossip about it. Or they recognized that talking about it would constitute outing someone which is generally not acceptable, though in this case it would have been useful.
So this began about a year-long, slow coming out process with many repetitions of – blah blah my husband blah blah, oh yes, still the same person, yes, my wife is now my husband, no I haven’t gotten divorced and re-married in the span of a few months, my husband is transitioning, yes I’m ok with it, yes, I’m still gay, his name is Jake, no, it’s not actually polite to ask what his name was before, no, that’s alright, yes, I’m happy to explain it all to you sometime, just not right now in this room full of people, anyway, what I was saying was…. Each time my heart would pound, my palms would sweat, and I’d be glad I was sitting down or would find a chair quickly. This reaction lessened with each repetition but often the mini coming out sessions would take me by surprise because I was never sure who would have found out some other way or who I had told already (I am notorious for forgetting who I told what to).
Occasionally I would have longer more in-depth conversations with some of the co-workers I knew a bit better or some that were particularly curious. I say curious rather than nosy because for the most part their questions didn’t come from a place of wanting to know juicy details about my personal life or my husband’s. They were more curious about what the internal and external process was like in a general sense or in a health care related sense and what my reactions were to it. So even when their questions were targeted to me or Jake I would keep my answers broad such as ‘well often the trans person…’ or if I was ok being more specific or personal (which often I was) I would say ‘well I can’t speak for other people but for us…’ I had many conversations with Jake about what aspects of his transition he was comfortable with me sharing with people and lucky for me he usually said whatever I wanted to share was fine. This is partly because I was talking to people who he had little to no interaction with and partly because I work in health care and we want to educate as many health care workers about trans issues as possible.
Over time (via trial and error and educating myself via online resources) I learned what questions were appropriate for people to be asking and which ones they didn’t really need to know in order to expand their understanding of the trans experience. One example is when people would ask what his name used to be. They would remember that I had a wife but couldn’t remember my wife’s name so when I said I had a husband named Jake and yes, he was the same person as before, they wanted to fill in the missing information. In these instances I learned to tell people that this isn’t actually a question you should ask and provide an explanation why so they didn’t think it was just because I was uncomfortable answering and then go on to ask the same thing of the next trans person they met. For the above example I would explain that knowing his previous name wouldn’t help them understand his experience or who he was, it would likely only get in the way of them changing the image of him in their heads by giving them a female name to latch onto. Maybe at some point in the future I will be brave enough to challenge them by asking why they are curious about this in the first place and make them reflect on where that question is coming from.
Telling My Family
When Jake was ready to come out to my family we discussed who he needed to come out to directly and who I could act as a go-between for. I helped him rephrase his letter (again) and provided backup for the follow up questions. I had discussions with my immediate family about what this meant for me and how I was dealing with it all. By this time I had had plenty of practice with explaining this to people so though the conversation was slightly more intense because it was more personal, I managed it fine.
Since my family lives across the country from us they had to police themselves in order to reinforce correct name and pronouns. So we gave my immediate family some time to get used to the idea and more comfortable with the correct name and pronouns before telling my extended family. I hand wrote a personal letter and mailed it to my grandmother, hoping that the evident effort in writing it would show how important it was to me. I got a brief response from her that said she received it and that she loved us and she used male pronouns and ‘Jake’ throughout which was all we needed. We shortened this letter to just the necessary basics and sent it as an email to my extended family all at once. I got many responses of support, all of which I forwarded on to Jake so he would see them too. Overall, it went fairly smoothly.
Helping With His Family
Around Jake’s family I reinforced his name and pronouns just by using them. Since he never uses them for himself and they wouldn’t use them when talking to him it was only when I was also there that they would hear someone using them and we could see whether they were doing the same. This meant I had to get out of the habit of avoiding pronouns and start using them as much as possible – again, thankful for my super power. But their slow reaction time and constant misgendering of him took its toll on me. We discussed a number of times whether it was ok for me to correct them or not – was Jake not correcting them because he didn’t want to rush their acceptance process and he was trying to be respectful or because he didn’t have the energy but really wished I would? Jake preferred to correct them when he saw fit so when I felt my blood pressure rising I would bow out of a conversation or avoid social engagements with them for little while.
The turning point came when Jake’s step-brother got married. Jake hadn’t planned on telling his extended family yet but he knew he didn’t want to be introduced as the groom’s sister or be asked to wear a dress *shudder*. So about a month before the wedding Jake sent them an email (as per usual) and got a supportive reply suggesting they get together the next week when they were in town. We had a lovely open conversation with them and discussed how to handle this at the wedding. Jake decided he was going to jump in with both feet and correct people as needed but he would be ‘Jake’ and ‘he’, the groom’s brother from now on.
The majority of the guests at the wedding had never met Jake before, though a few would have known that the groom had a number of sisters but no brother. I assume some of that correction happened in the background on the groom’s part but for our part Jake and I made brief explanations and corrections for the people who actually knew him and his mom helped with that a bit too (yay!). Throughout the weekend everyone around us was referring to Jake as male like it was a non-issue. It was fantastic. More than that, it showed Jake’s immediate family that using Jake and he/him was ok, people wouldn’t treat him as a freak, and he was so much more relaxed. Because everyone else was calling him Jake and ‘he’, they looked weird when they didn’t. So his immediate family had a weekend of name and pronoun immersion which is just what they needed.
Coming out at work – more anxieties
We had been planning for Jake to come out at work for a while. He had contacted HR to make sure he had backup if he needed it, he had done bathroom reconnaissance to find a gender neutral bathroom in case the males were not supportive enough to feel safe using the men’s bathroom, and he had drafted a letter to his team lead and her boss. But after that weekend at the wedding where he got to be Jake for an entire weekend it was extremely difficult to go back to being a woman at work. So he bit the bullet and sent the emails and had the meetings.
When Jake was preparing to come out at work I had a resurgence of the anxieties about whether he’d be going to an antagonistic work environment that was unsafe but I knew that it would still be better than the constant overwhelming dysphoria. How would he deal with people that weren’t accepting? The first day when he was telling people was super stressful but in the end it went fairly well. They are still (more than a year later) messing up his pronouns on a daily basis which is taking a toll but overall everyone was supportive.
The next step was to start changing his ID. Not to mention that he was still waiting for the initial psychiatrist appointment who would refer him for hormones and surgery. This is where the real frustrations began.
The story concludes in Part 3: Medical and Legal Transition.