A few years ago I got back in touch with my father whom I hadn’t seen since my mother’s death when I was 11. I discovered that he had undergone every MtF reassignment procedure one could name. This was a shock. We met up months later. At this time, he had lost someone close to him. This loss had shattered his “faith in the transition”. He said he could no longer bring himself to believe in it anymore. Despite this, my father continued – and still continues – to live “as a woman”, albeit off the drugs. As a result of this profound personal impact the issue had on me, I followed it – falcon-like, keeping track, reading everything even faintly related to it, as well as trying to understand what had led my father to his decisions.
I have kept quiet about my views on the issue at work and online.
Only a few close friends know about my father.
I suspect the “negative consequences” of speaking out are to come. We will see.