But by the 1960s, approaching middle age, her inner struggle intensified; she loathed her maleness. She began hormone treatment and for five years led a double life between her family in Wales and alone as a woman in Oxford. Colleagues noticed her teetering gait in heels and powdered face, but “this being Britain, nothing was said”.
It’s amazing how liberal the past was. Perhaps we should go back to that very liberalism?
In private there was gossip, sniggering and some sympathetic amusement.
Everyone gets to say, think, whatever they wish. Good manners leaves everyone to live as they see fit.
There are worse ways of organising the world – as we can see around us.