There are certain things I dread about coming home, the foremost of which being how my parents and I will get along. After that, one of the biggest things is how many folks I have to hide myself from. I can count one fewer person among that group today. One of my fellow congregants, who is in my parents' age-group, subtly told me on Rosh HaShanah that she has known I am queer (specifically trans) for some time. Earlier today, on Yom Kippur, I asked her forgiveness for not having come out to her. She didn't know why I was asking. I asked her how long she had known, and she said essentially since my freshman year of high school. (I haven't even known, or at least been able to put my finger on it, for that long.) We had a good discussion about whether she should have told me, concluding finally that she shouldn't have, because I wouldn't have believed her. It's good to have someone at home I can talk to who is not only supportive but also understanding.
Here's hoping for a good year.
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