Triasha-she/her

Finally, some good, fucking, news.

I talk like that in real life.

I play a lot of table top role playing games, so maybe that’s why, but we exist.

Your mother is saying nonsense. My mom knew I liked girls when I was 4. She thought that was normal, because I’m a trans woman, but it was obvious even then.

I’m sorry. You don’t deserve invalidation. You deserve affirmation. You don’t owe your mother anything, but it’s possible that your dad or a grandparent can be an ally for you with the rest of the family.

How can you tell them? I don’t know. “Hey, I have something important to tell you.” Will probably force the issue.

You don’t have to come out, but if you want to, that’s how I would start.

Maybe. I can only suggest you try to be the best sibling you can be. Keep that as your north star and you shouldn’t go too far wrong.

I’m sorry for how your family reacted.

My mother cried. It was hard. She tried to deny it. I was really hoping she would help me and even be happy for me, but she was devastated. She said she would always love me and she didn’t call me any names, but that was the best I got for years.

My aunt and Uncle, who I was working for at the time, were just kinda shocked. They gave a tepid “we hope this makes you happy.”

All my friends were cool. Nearly all my coworkers were cool. A couple years later, when I came out to my new job to transition full time, management was super cool. They did everything I asked and used my new name from day one.

I had some rough spots, lost touch with some of my family. But overall I was prepared for much worse. Many years later, my mother, aunt, and uncle, were much warmer and supportive at my wedding.

So all’s well that ends well.

It’s just… Exhausting.

Every year I go farther to the left, and become more educated on queer stuff.

I doubt I will ever “gow out of it.” I’m a married lesbian. My wife and I want to grow old together.

I wish you peace and happiness, whatever that means to you.