i was transfem as a high schooler, it took a while for my parents to get used to, but i remember my dad was literally like: “ok 👍”
i was transfem as a high schooler, it took a while for my parents to get used to, but i remember my dad was literally like: “ok 👍”
My mom. It was great, and I’m so happy to have my mom.
She was sceptical at first. She wasn’t a right wing Christian mom, but she’s quite old (65), and wasn’t the most clued up person on topics like this. She had heard about trans people, but wasn’t fully in the know about what being trans meant and the significance of it.
I came out to my mom several years ago. I didn’t have anything written down, I just wanted to get it out as naturally as I could to her. So I did. I started it with “mom, I would like to be happy with my body”. She looked confused at first, but after a few seconds, she asked me why I felt unhappy with my body. I told her that I’ve felt unhappy with my body for as long as I can possibly remember. I told her how I’d keep having these dreams where I would wake up as a girl and I’d feel so happy with myself, how it felt like me. How I wish that could be my reality.
I was expecting her to just respond with an even more confused look, but again, after a few more seconds something clicked. She replied with a very innocent, curious tone that you’d expect from someone like her.
“Are you trans?”
To which I nodded. At this point I was tearing up, because that question alone and the tone she said it in? Felt like she was understanding me. I was put off confessing this to her because although she isn’t the type of person to fall for right wing talking points, I’d read about parents falling down that rabbit hole, and given how the internet was back then I was scared she might’ve went down it without me noticing. She approached me and hugged me, and she began asking me all these questions to do with being trans. I answered them as best as I could. She was still curious.
“Does this mean I have a daughter?” she asked me, with her hands on her lap. I nodded again and she smiled. She wasn’t too sure what would happen next because, like I said, she didn’t know that much about what being trans is. I explained HRT, surgeries, etc. She looked a little concerned when I mentioned the surgeries, saying if I feel happy with HRT alone, to try and avoid the surgeries, but only because of the complication risk involved.
The following days my mom was reading studies about trans people and she’d show them to me. She was genuinely interested now in learning about the trans experience and the science involved in it. I felt on top of the world so grateful to have an accepting mom because not everyone has one and that’s terrible.