Well, “Caroline” never fit me, and it always made me chuckle when a new friend or client would, of their own accord, begin to refer to me by my surname.
The truth is, I’m a non-binary trans person – neither a man nor a woman. Gender and sex develop at different times in the womb and in about 1 percent of us something happens a little differently. Though I was assigned female at birth, from a very young age, 3 or 4, I was aware I wasn’t like the little girls I knew. But I wasn’t a boy either, as much as I tried to be like one. It took me over twenty years to work out what I am like, that there is a term for people like me and that there are quite a few others – about 40 percent of trans people or .4 percent of the general population – who feel similarly.
It’s taken me a while to work out how I want to live my liminal life and the final jigsaw piece slotted into place in early 2016 when I found my new name – Frank – which has a nice strong ring to it, describes me well, and has just the right amount of ridiculousness to it. I prefer the pronoun “they” rather than “he” or “she” which I appreciate takes a little getting used to but if you had any idea how happy it makes me when people use it you’d make the effort just to see the stupid grin on my face.
So here I am! Happy to meet you 🙂