How do I normalise the fact that my friend is trans.
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I met this amazing guy at a friend’s wedding about three years ago. He’s hilarious, cultured, sharp, and just an A+ person. We hit it off almost immediately and have been close friends since.
Our friendship has always had very normal dude energy. We make inappropriate jokes, roast each other, and generally don’t take ourselves too seriously. He and his wife are DINKs, he’s on the shorter side, so we’d joke about him being a short king and me being a fat jester. He was also part of the groom’s side at my wedding.
Recently, I learned from someone else that he is trans. He never told me this himself, and I want to be clear that I don’t think he owed me that information. His past is his business. I actually feel uncomfortable that I know something so personal about him without him choosing to tell me.
There were a couple of moments from the past that suddenly felt different in hindsight.
When we first met, he mentioned needing to keep some injections refrigerated. I asked what they were for, and he clearly did not want to share, so I dropped it and never pushed. At the time I just assumed it was hemorrhoids or something.
There was also a pool party once where he seemed uncomfortable taking his shirt off. At the time, I told him my moobs are bigger than him and he was comfortable after it. I did not know there might be a deeper reason.
Now that I know, those memories make me feel weirdly guilty, even though I know I did not mean anything by them and he never told me anything was wrong. I think part of my anxiety is that I am retroactively rereading old interactions and worrying that I might have accidentally stepped on something private.
The problem is not that I see him differently in terms of his gender. I knew him as a man before, I know him as a man now. Nothing about that has changed.
The problem is that now, before every interaction, my brain adds this annoying mental filter of "Make sure he feels comfortable. Make sure he doesn’t feel like he doesn’t belong."
And I hate that. I already treated him normally before I knew. He was just my friend. He is still just my friend.
I think what’s bothering me is that this new information has made me self-conscious and weirdly overprotective in my own head, even though I know treating him delicately or differently would probably be the opposite of respectful.
He has always been a crass, funny, confident dude with me, and I don’t want to start mentally handling him like he is fragile.
I also feel sad thinking about what he may have gone through, but again, he did not choose to share that with me, and I don’t want to project a tragic backstory onto him or make his life about hardship in my head.
I don’t plan to bring it up with him unless he ever chooses to.
I don’t want to ask questions, make it about me, or make him feel like anything has changed. He is still my bougie friend, who thinks a Dabeli is a fucking smash burger.
I guess my question is, how do I make this voice go away and just go back to treating him exactly like the friend I have always known?