My family and I refer to Séan (my name while I was trans) as if he's a separate person. My sister might say “Séan was so angry,” or I'll say “Séan had my back.” If someone's unaware I was Séan and asks who he is, I say “Oh, I was Séan,” and I realize how fucking nuts it sounds.
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Yeah, I only realized how strange it was when my sisters neighbor asked who Séan was and it was awkward. Stuck in my ways now, though.
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It has to be OK, though, doesn't it? To actually admit how awkward, difficult, and unusual all this is. It isn't the cobbled together coping methods that are "crazy", is it?
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