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Feb. 15th, 2009
I hate Valentine's Day.
Feb. 15th, 2009 03:17 pmIf there's one thing in this life I've learned from Firefly, it's that "Things NEVER go smooth."
Two weeks ago I told my parents I was trans, came out of the closet. I'd been trying to figure out how to do that for the past two years, and I had had a lot of bad scenarios play out in my head of what could happen.
Two weeks ago when I told them, I was surprised that mom just sorta was like, "Umm.. okay." And Dad seemed to get it and seemed okay with it. Both of them said supporting things like "You have to be true to your identity, who you feel you are inside."
I thought things were going to be okay. I felt the weight of the guilt I've carried for years lift off my shoulders.
I was wrong.
Yesterday I went to visit them for the first time since I told them. I was also dressed and comfortable because I had -thought- since the first talk seemed to go well that I would try to ease them into seeing me en femme. It did not go well. Not at all.
This next bit is actually a response to a comment [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] made to my twitter comment -- but it fits and I'm so tired of typing this out repeatedly that I'm just going to re-post it here, under a cut for length.
( The Series of Unforunate Events )
Yesterday's developments were horrible. Today's muddy the waters and make things confusing. I don't know what will happen but only time will tell.
I don't know where I'm going or where life will take me. But I'm beginning to wonder if I'm destined to give up all blood family ties that I have for this.
-Sabrina
Two weeks ago I told my parents I was trans, came out of the closet. I'd been trying to figure out how to do that for the past two years, and I had had a lot of bad scenarios play out in my head of what could happen.
Two weeks ago when I told them, I was surprised that mom just sorta was like, "Umm.. okay." And Dad seemed to get it and seemed okay with it. Both of them said supporting things like "You have to be true to your identity, who you feel you are inside."
I thought things were going to be okay. I felt the weight of the guilt I've carried for years lift off my shoulders.
I was wrong.
Yesterday I went to visit them for the first time since I told them. I was also dressed and comfortable because I had -thought- since the first talk seemed to go well that I would try to ease them into seeing me en femme. It did not go well. Not at all.
This next bit is actually a response to a comment [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] made to my twitter comment -- but it fits and I'm so tired of typing this out repeatedly that I'm just going to re-post it here, under a cut for length.
( The Series of Unforunate Events )
Yesterday's developments were horrible. Today's muddy the waters and make things confusing. I don't know what will happen but only time will tell.
I don't know where I'm going or where life will take me. But I'm beginning to wonder if I'm destined to give up all blood family ties that I have for this.
-Sabrina
