I just now remembered a dinner I had 5 months ago with an acquaintance, and realize I monologued almost the entire time in response to a question asked to me. I feel really bad about this now. She was probably too polite to say anything.
It is a theme I have noticed too often in governments, political parties, and corporations: that a voice and their suffering only matter to the powerful when the ends justify the means or fit a narrative that suits them.
This experience of late diagnosis for one man who, at nearly 50 years old, finally had an answer. This piece will make you laugh, and maybe cry, and ultimately want to cheer for this unforgettable journey to self-knowledge.
Coming out at work is taking a risk. It should only be done if you feel it's the best decision for your personal situation, and only to the people you can trust. Don't feel like you "have to" or that you "owe" it to your boss--you don't. It is entirely up to you.