During our weekly family supper gathering, my older sister noticed my hands, and asked me if I buffed my nails. I quickly answered, "yes I do", and she just left it at that. I had noticed her observing me with a degree of curiosity on other occasions. One time she noticed my hairless legs, and asked me if I shaved them. I had to come up with a hasty explanation, and I told her that as I grew older, I seemed to be losing a lot of my body hair. That explanation seemed plausible, because my father had hardly any leg hair left in his old age. Of course, he was in his late 70's by then, and I was still in my fifties, when first she noticed it.
I had been wanting to tell her about me, for a long time, but the right occasion never seemed to present itself. There were always too many other people present, or we just didn't have enough private time together, to give a conversation like that justice. It was so frustrating, waiting for an opportune moment. So, last night when I got home, seizing on her question concerning my nail buffing, I sent her an email, telling her that I loved her, and that I wanted her to know the truth about me. I explained to her that I was transgendered, and how now that I was retired, I was living as much of my time as I could, as my true self. I gave her links to a couple of my earlier blogs, that told of childhood experiences that had a profound effect on me. These were stories that I thought she could relate to, because she was familiar with the places, and some of the people involved.
I was worried how this might affect her, but never once believed that she wouldn't be sympathetic, and I was right. She emailed me back, saying the news really rocked her, and that she cried while reading my blogs, but just as I expected, she told me that while she didn't understand being transgendered, she understood how painful it was for me to live with this secret, and she told me she loved me, and would support me in any way she could. She complimented me on my picture, saying she thought I was pretty, and that she thought I looked a lot like her. That was compliment indeed, because she is, and always has been a very pretty woman. If you ever saw me without my hair and makeup, you would never think I could be anywhere close to as pretty as her, not in a million years! And of course I'm not. I don't have her pretty skin, or her adorable petite frame, but I do have facial features resembling hers, and that is a high compliment in itself.
So, I finally got the chance to come out to her, and I'm so happy that I did! Sis, if you happen to be reading this, I want you to know how much I love you, and how proud I am to have you for a sister!