My family tends to be sprinkled throughout the different levels. My wife, grandmother and son, easily number 1 in support of my transition and identity.
Many of my cousins I grew up with are level 2.
Father and stepmother are level 5 - possibly level 6 when I was a child - still figuring that one out as new traumas surface.
Everyone else hovers around 3 - 5.
Just remember, I’ll always be a level 1 for you ❤️
Level 1: completely supportive
Level 2: mostly supportive but lacking some knowledge, or some transmedicalist attitudes due to ignorance, not malignancy
Level 3: neutral, not supportive but not opposing either, or “supportive” transmedicalist
Level 4: leaning oppose, but no forceful interventions, or refuse to gende you correctly but used neutral pronouns
Level 5: misgendering, not accepting you as their daughter or son, but still pretend to be “loving” misgendered you
Level 6: disowning or physically beating or etc, most extreme measures
(Stolen, with love, from the user Cormier643 on Reddit. Felt like this was a great way to get discussions going again ❤️)
-Olivia ✌🏻
Level 5, as far as my mother is concerned. Didn’t really bother telling my father since I figured I’d just get the same treatment.
She’s not out right stopping me from transitioning, though we’ll see what happens once I actually start working towards getting HRT. Still, she actively misgenders me, “proudly” calls me her son / her young man; periodically comes to me with some bullshit excuse for why I can’t possibly be trans despite pretty much not actually knowing me as a person (she stopped trying to be involved with my life aside from school or work since middle school); actively tries to guilt trip me with how worried about me she is :( and just keeps being manipulative in general. She refuses to listen to both me and my therapist and has made no efforts to change her views. I stopped engaging in discussions about the topic with her after I understood she’d just revert to her old views in a few days, no matter how much progress I thought I’d made the previous time. It happened evey time, without fail.
I don’t have the means for going no contact, but I’m actively working towards moving by myself (we got a spare apartment downstairs), and try to minimise my interactions with her. Thankfully I don’t have to worry about being kicked out, my parents made it clear multiple times that that wouldn’t happen no matter what. Despite everything they are reasonable people, so that’s not something they would do…
But the situation still kinda sucks :/