So I went back to my college stomping grounds this weekend, and I’m pleased to report that nothing much happened.
As I noted last time, I knew going in that it was probably going to be a perfectly normal experience. I have been fortunate enough to fill my life with good people; experiences like this weekend only serve to highlight that for me. Literally within two minutes of sitting down for a Friday evening dinner with some old friends, it was almost as though I’d never left town for a decade. No one treated me differently. The topic of my transition was virtually never mentioned. We talked about Gen Con, and Cahokia, and movies, and gel nails; we ate Korean food, watched a documentary, and played an RPG.
The whole experience was very normalizing, and I couldn’t be happier.
Part of me says that I need to stop tensing for the bad reaction and just let it come when it comes. I’m sure it will, eventually; maybe I just need to deal with it when it comes instead of anticipating it everywhere I go. But then, I don’t want to be caught off guard when it DOES come — I don’t want the blow to be a sucker punch. It’s a balance, one I’m still seeking, but I’m getting better at it everyday.