Ever since I came out to my wife and kids, and started being myself, my personality has changed, a lot. I’m more extroverted, weirdly enough. I’ve been a bit sharper with the kids, not in a mean way, but, more of a no-nonsense kinda way. I used to walk around the house naked all the time, but now I feel compelled to cover up. I blame a disconnect with my body on that one.
I feel more confident to just, go up and talk to people, ask if I can take their picture. I can make posts without second-guessing myself and deleting them.
I know it’s all just me finally getting in touch with myself, but it feels weird, even to me. I used to be this demure, quiet, self conscious girl, but now that I’m letting her out, she refuses to go back into the box. It’s like a seal was broken. I’m having anxiety about going to my nephews birthday party, cuz I’m not out to that part of my family, and most of them are fundamental Christians.
I did manage to talk to one of my brothers today, and he accepts me, though he has some bias. Basically told me if it was anyone else, he wouldn’t be so willing. So I have some work to do there. Or not, if I can’t help him see people as people.
Remember, everyone, not just the trans community: You are loved. You are valid. It’s okay for you to be you.
You walked around the house naked with your family about??
Yeah, it was just my body. I think… I truly had no association with my man-body. It… Wasn’t mine? If that makes sense. I didn’t care what happened to it. But, for example, I was making hot dogs yesterday. Good ones, not that rubbery shit. Some of the hot dog juice from the packet landed on my arms, chest, and shirt as I threw away the packaging.
I. Freaked. Out.
I was just about crying in the bathroom because I didn’t have a shirt I felt comfortable in, and I WAS NOT gonna put on one of my old shirts, or walk around topless. I am so self conscious now, I wouldn’t dream of it. I can barely get into bed without being covered now. (I sleep naked. I might change that soon though 😭 Sandpaper skin suuuucks) But, yeah, I guess I always thought of it as “his” body and not mine, you know?
Kinda surprised so many people here are alarmed that you were naked in your own home. I mean yeah, if you’re a nudist and in the buff all day every day that’s a problem, but it should be natural for kids to see naked bodies sometimes.
I sleep naked in my bed, or will walk back to the bedroom before taking a shower if I forgot my towel. I don’t hang around and chit chat with my dick hanging out, but kids need to see that people aren’t ashamed of their own bodies.
Yeah, that was about the extent of it. Walk to the fridge in the buff at midnight to get a drink for the wifey, or basically other “between clothes” bits. It’s not like I was flopping around 24/7. Hanging out, watching TV, playing games, eating, w/e I was clothed. I’m not a prude, but I’m not a weirdo either
I’ve noticed similar but different. For me it’s like, I don’t have to feel trapped expressing myself with the limited tools I had as a male. I don’t have anything to prove to them, or I guess myself anymore. It feels like I don’t have to ‘perform’ anymore.
I still slip into some of my old habits, like striking a nerve or stubbing your toe, it’s hard for me to not react too “over the top”, but Its been a lot easier for me to catch myself.
There’s been more acceptance of other people and a better sense of empathy.
My sense of misanthropy I used as a safety blanket and defense mechanism is slowly falling away.
I used to absolutely hate pop music, I didn’t really know why, it feels like religious repression now. It’s like a part of the membrane that kept me separate and jaded is thinning, and I actually find that I like a lot of things that I used to just have knee jerk hatred for.
It’s been weird deconstructing the defense mechanisms I made for myself in a less safe place and time and trying to figure out WHY they got built in the first place.
I never understood why I wasn’t one of the guys but could ‘never’ be one of the girls, so I just kinda threw everything out with the bath water and burnt all the bridges “that’s fine your music is shit anyways 💅”.
Yay, more cringe!
I became more extroverted. More social, more outgoing. Being able to be myself is delightful, and my old quiet bookish persona doesn’t fit me anymore.
I would expect significant change to be normal, mostly expressing ourselves in ways that didn’t feel right before or ways werl didn’t allow ourselves to in the past.
There were big changes in personality for me as well, and I believe it was mostly due to no longer being deeply depressed.
