But fuck I hate having that conversation. Like “hey, I’m not who you thought I was and I don’t like who I was. Please love me regardless.” And my friends and family are all good people who will accept me and do their best and really try to respect me, but it’s still so scary.
I just don't do ave it. With my parents, when I came out, it was just "I'm wearing a bra cause I started HRT" and that more than my sister or my closest friends got in terms of coming up (I did incidentally piss off my sister apparently tho - she thought I told my half-sister that I was an NB and she only found out from my half-sister, but no one told my half-sister that: she just assumed as much).
Sometimes its worse than other times. I wouldn't worry about it.