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It's complicated.
Yes, it did, but also no, because he was a character I played. He was an amalgamation of trying to do it "right", and there's nothing else I would call that time but by that name. It was me.
But in coming out, I've realized that feeling. Of having lived my entire life on a stage, never getting to go behind the curtain and take the costume off, until now. How much I repressed interests, made myself love people I never really did(including myself), until I really got to know myself.
Now, it feels weird to call the pre-out days by my real name, but also like nails on a chalkboard to talk about myself by my deadname. It was mine, up until the point that I got to wake up.