Yep, I am visible today.
I’ve known I was some flavour of non-straight since I was, what, nine? Ten? I assumed I was a lesbian for a long time and was assumed to be one at school; I came to even a pretty minimal understanding of what bisexuality was a lot later than that. At my school, I don’t really think there was a huge clarity in the distinction between sexuality and gender; a lot of the crap that came my way then was sort of overtly homophobic but had a lot of transphobic undercurrents, if that makes sense?
Section 28 *really* did a number on the information available to me as an undiagnosed autistic kid in middleish class Scotland - I think I actually first came across it in one of my Dad’s Robert Silverberg novels when I was about 13, which both scandalised me with its very frank descriptions of p in v sex and utterly intrigued me with a “…so there are people who like, *like* everyone? Is this a thing?”
I don’t think I started really accepting it in myself until I was in my early-mid twenties - there was a lot of stray “you can’t be bi; you have a boyfriend” at uni which made me go around the old and *ridiculously well-worn “am I a lesbian just kidding myself?” wheel quite a few more times.
There was always the *other* thing in there which I know now was gender stuff - and of course neurodivergence is inherently mixed up with that, which is one of the main reasons I’m leaning more and more towards accepting myself as autigender/neuroqueer in gender stuff.
But all that’s for another day. Today is a day I am proud to be able to acknowledge myself as a bisexual person #bivisibilityday 💙💗💜