Someone "ma'amed" us in person while bagging our groceries, and we felt confident enough in our voice to speak to him without outing ourself.
This was on the return leg of a trip to a new psychiatrist, where our antidepressant dosage was increased and we somewhat awkwardly tried to eat dinner while explaining our life story to someone we'd just met. >_>
We're still not sure how to respond, sometimes, when people are shocked and horrified to hear it.
We're also getting really tired of dreaming about our family of origin.