Why Is It That Those Who Are Supposed To Love And Support Us, Don't?

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Last night, I called my Mother to tell her that my book had finally arrived and that I would be bringing her a copy, as she had insisted I do, when initially told that I'd even HAVE a book.

Then I called my sister to let her know the same thing. Her response? "Um...I don't think you should give Mom a copy." I asked her why, knowing that her recent entry into the religious brainwashed population was actually the reason behind her statement. She believes that my transition is wrong, and will preclude my entry into her version of Heaven.

Her response? "Oh, (sigh) I don't want to get into it right now because we'll only end up in a big argument and I don't want to do that right now. I'm tired and I want to rest up for my trip tomorrow."

I told her that there would be no argument and again asked her to give me her reason for not wanting me to give my Mother a copy of my book.

Her response? "I SAID I don't want to get into it right now!"

Rather than continue this more than unsettling discussion with her I simply said, "Fine. Have a good trip. I love you. Goodbye."

So WHY is it that those who are SUPPOSED to love us...don't? Why do we have to seek refuge in this electronic world. instead of seeking and finding that refuge from our families? Is it that they are embarrassed by us? By what others might say to them about us? Is it that they are so accustomed to seeing us in our male roles that they cannot imagine us any other way?

Are they being selfish? Ignoring our needs in favor of their own? Are we expecting too much from them?

Following my conversation with my sister, I cried for at least a half hour, comforted by my best friend and housemate, Tina. She assured me that she loved me and supported me, and tried her best to cheer me up. It worked...sort of, but I finally had to go to bed, to seek solace in my dreams, where everything is right and perfect, and I am who I was always supposed to be.

When I awoke this morning, I hearkened back to last night and decided to do this blog entry and ask all of you the question.

Why can't our families love us the way they are supposed to?

More than half of mine does, but my two sisters, to whom I should be most close, don't. One married a staunch Catholic and I can sort of understand her feelings, clouded as they are by the dogma she has become most subject to, but the other...she is only recent to the "I found God" thinking, and maybe she is just too new to it and hasn't had time to form her own opinions and thoughts, as opposed to taking every word in the Bible as unquestionable fact?

As close as I have always been with both of them, and we have been VERY close, their religions and my transition are pushing us further and further apart, and that hurts...a lot. So why can't they be happy for me, as my Mom has said she is, that I've finally found myself and am doing my best to be who I was always supposed to be?

Puzzled and hurt, I am
Catherine Linda Michel

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