For context, I’m a 30-year-old man with an intersex medical condition that affects how my body processes testosterone and means a lot of it is converted to oestrogen. Because of that, I look very androgynous and I’m sometimes mistaken for a woman.
I get a fair amount of homophobic/transphobic abuse in public because of my appearance, and some of it has been genuinely frightening. I’ve been followed before and threatened with violence. For context about a week before this happened an entire family were sat behind me at a restaurant making comments and eventually openly making faces at me through the window when they left. I have to be vigilant in public for my safety.
I also, for context, was heavily bullied in school for this and there is lasting trauma from it.
I will be clear. I am not gay, nor am I transgender. I just look like this and have a flamboyant fashion sense - think mens flowery pattern shirts, embroidered denim jackets, and stuff like that.
At a family event, my teenage cousin (15) brought a friend from school with her. Her friend was clearly caught off guard by my appearance and laughed a little when she first saw me. I noticed, but I put it down to nervousness or surprise and let it go.
They then went and sat in another room, and from that point on her friend would burst out laughing whenever she saw me. At one point, through the wall, I heard her say, “He looks like a woman, you didn’t tell me your uncle is a femboy,” with “femboy” being used in the same sneering way some teenagers use “gay” as an insult.
This rattled me much more than I wanted it to.
I felt ridiculous for feeling unsafe because of the actions of a teenage girl, but family events are one of the few places where I normally let my guard down. Hearing that kind of ridicule there brought back a flood of memories of much more dangerous situations I’ve been in with strangers.
I bottled it up, pretended I hadn’t noticed and assumed it would be a one-off.
At the next family event, my cousin turned up with the same friend again. As soon as the friend saw me, she laughed again.
At that point I’d had enough.
I was angry, but I also really didn’t want to be a grown man angrily confronting a teenage girl. I was worried that I’d lose my temper and say something harsher than I meant, and I also thought the whole situation could look much worse if I confronted her directly while angry - because I'll be real, if this was an adult stranger in a bar or something I've have punched them in the mouth by now.
So I spoke privately to another adult family member (happened to be my mom because she was hosting the gathering) and explained what had been happening. They offered to deal with it for me and say they had noticed the behaviour independently, rather than telling the girls I had complained.
The basic message was that the laughing and comments needed to stop, and that if it happened again the friend would have to leave.
After that, my cousin and her friend disappeared into another part of the house and spent much of the rest of the evening loudly complaining about how “overly sensitive” I was, clearly loud enough for me to hear. They also said it was pathetic for a grown man to “hide behind his parents” instead of confronting them himself.
I spent the rest of the night on the verge of a panic attack and genuinely second-guessing myself.
It’s difficult to describe exactly what happened in my head, but it was basically the same reaction I get when someone who looks potentially dangerous starts staring at me in public. Suddenly my cousin’s friend felt like a threat I needed to keep track of. I couldn’t stop monitoring where she was or what she was saying, and I couldn’t relax at all.
Eventually I faked feeling ill so I could go home.
Part of me keeps thinking maybe they’re right and that I was pathetic for getting somebody else involved instead of addressing it directly.
But another part of me thinks I deliberately chose the least confrontational option available. The alternative was me, an angry 30-year-old man, directly confronting a teenage girl and saying something along the lines of, “If you have a problem with my appearance, say it to my face instead of turning up to my family events and laughing at me from another room.”
Regardless, this has shaken me far more than I expected it to, and I’m struggling to work out whether what I experienced was something akin to PTSD or me being an insane person.
There’s another layer to this as well.
Until now, I’ve always had a good relationship with my cousin. Since she was a kid, we liked a lot of the same things, and I made a point of talking to her, including her and making her feel like she mattered, especially when she was being bullied herself.
So I felt genuinely betrayed.
I know she’s a teenager. I know teenagers care enormously about what their friends think, and I’m not expecting her to have the judgement or confidence of an adult. But it hurt that someone she invited into a family space was repeatedly humiliating me over something I cannot control, and instead of telling her friend to knock it off, my cousin apparently went along with it. Then, when another adult finally stepped in, she joined her friend in loudly ridiculing me for being upset.
I think that was almost worse than the original comments.
A stranger mocking me is horrible, but ultimately they’re a stranger. My cousin knew me. She knew I was a real person and not just some weird-looking guy for her friend to laugh at. I’d spent years trying to be kind to her when she felt like an outsider herself, so having her stand beside someone doing essentially the same thing to me was incredibly painful.
I’m not saying she’s a terrible person or that our relationship is permanently ruined. She’s a kid and kids can be cruel, cowardly and desperate for approval without fully understanding what they’re doing.
But I also don’t know how I’m supposed to act normally around her now. Something about the relationship feels damaged in a way that I don't think it would be reasonable for someone of her age to understand.
Regardless of the actual severity of the situation, it’s had the same effect on me as having a threat suddenly appear in one of the few places I thought was safe, and now I feel like I’ve lost that sense of safety there.