A number of closet doors vaguely opened. My favourite ally/collaborator knows me now as S****. My parents know that I have that name also. Meeting my mother in an hour for dinner. It could be very awkward or very open-hearted or some combination. Possibly we won’t talk about it, perhaps we will.

Came out to some people at the lab, namely the other members of the equality and diversity committee (safe mode decloseting…). The committee had gotten a request from a putative student wondering whether the lab has any openly transgender members. What was I going to say? “Yes. One. Me.“ OK.

Then therapy. A little concerned that therapist will still see those aspects of me which match OCD as being counterindicative, but I have faith/hope she will not. She referred to me as a clever girl, which made me feel a shiver through my body, and now I am all shaky and giddy and odd as I wait for the bus. Maybe this is going to work out.