She wanted to see me on her lunch break. I was nervous. I warned her I would be in girlmode, and, to be honest, ladies, I don’t think I have a boymode any more.
I feel like it went really well. The first thing she did was cry and hug me, telling me I’ve been through so much. We talked about the subsect of Christians that only have hate. We talked about how I came to this decision. About the kids. About what the next steps forward is. She wanted to really impress on me that she loves me, through and through.
Sometimes, it really is all in your head. Sometimes, I know it isn’t. Regardless, you are loved. I wish to formally extend my support and love to whoever needs it. Don’t forget, this community, it’s for us. We can try to be the support network you need, if you feel like you have no one else to turn to. You all have been so wonderful to me, helping with my questions as I come to terms with myself. Don’t be like I used to be, just lurking, afraid to ask. This is our safe space. There are no stupid questions. I love y’all.
As someone who was not so lucky with her (step)mom, I want you to know I am so happy for you. Cherish her tightly!
Trust me, I’ve been super worried about this day. She bucked when one of my kids came out as pan, and again when they came out as trans, to the point they call her her name, not grandma. Even to her face. Because they have been slighted so much. I know she doesn’t understand, but she’s trying. She even was trying to correct herself when she called me son, and I gently told her I’m still making my own connection in my head. I’m glad it went as well as it did, and I’m sorry your stepmom wasnt as accepting. Trust me, I’m still worried about my stepdad. He’s been very stoic about this, but he’s got a more important things going on than his trans stepdaughter. (His mom isn’t doing very well). So imma give him his space on that