Last night, I corrected one of the coaches at work who was using the wrong pronouns with me in front of associates. I asked her nicely to use the correct pronouns and she sincerely told me she couldn't. She did, however, say that she would use my name. I suppose I should be grateful that she'll at least meet me halfway, but it cut me to the quick. It hurt to be blatantly told by someone I work with that they don't respect me enough to use the proper pronouns.

I talked to C1 (my manager) because he called to ask me about something, and he told me that I needed to stop correcting people. I don't correct them that often. It's mainly he and the folks up front that I end up correcting, anyways. I reminded J1 (one of the coaches) and he's been good about it since. C2 (another one of the coaches) uses the right pronouns with me, too. R doesn't, and I've been meaning to remind him, as well. I've got the professional relationship with him that I feel I can, even though R is a manager. I think what galled me is that C1 said that I need to stop correcting people because I'm not legally male yet. And, to be honest, I kind of wanted to reach through the phone and slap him for the comment. I will not go stealth at work just because it makes people uncomfortable. I am the same person that they can come to for information or projects.

On the flip side to this, C3 (our former GM) used proper pronouns about me with C1. Someone -- I'm guessing HR -- gave C3 a heads up, which I'm grateful for. I'm even more grateful that I'm respected enough by those outside of my building that they would comply with my request.

I suppose this is something I'll have to get used to, though. It just makes me wish that the suburban support group wasn't being held on a Tuesday. I may reach out to folks regardless to network and get information. And will definitely need to reach out to my "sister" Sabrina to see how she handled coming out at work.