What coming out as a Lesbian at 50 feels like.
During the process of coming out to my nearest and dearest at age 50, I experienced a handful of reactions, thankfully all positive. There were variations of “yeah we already knew” and “about time” to “glad you’re finally living your truth” and “I’m so proud of you”.
Maybe I have just been really good at choosing amazing people to fill my world, but I am very grateful that it was an easier process because of their love and support. Sadly this is not everyone’s experience.
So when I first realised I was a Lesbian, I remember waking up the following morning and thinking “why don’t I feel different”? Surely my whole world should be rainbow coloured and my insides should be sprinkled with glitter?
But on that morning, the only thing that felt different was the new ‘label’ I had given myself. Which made sense. I hadn’t become a different person. My experiences, my thoughts and feelings hadn’t miraculously morphed overnight into some idyllic Sapphic masterpiece. I was still just me.
Over the coming weeks as I told more people and started a new life relating to my world as a gay woman, dropping the heteronormative conditioning, I noticed subtle shifts. Physically, I was walking taller, hunching less, smiling more. Things previously confusing, started to…
