Dani Tries to Come Out, Fails Successfully?

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Before you read on, let me start things off by saying that I am trans m2f. Figured since I mostly keep to myself on here it might help to throw that out when reading the rest of this. Carry on!

I’ve never been one to really blog or get on the soapbox about serious matters in life, but something is making me do that at least once. I don’t want to complain or rant or b**** about anything or anyone so I’m really hoping I don’t end up doing so here. Today, I finally came out to my mother. Second time I’ve told a family member, the first being a cousin who was super supportive and started using my femme name right away. This time things did not go as smoothly. I won’t say it was the worst experience ever because the whole conversation was short, but it was still the most nerve-wracking/aggravating thing I’ve done lately.

She’s known about the crossdressing I’ve done since I was 12 and she caught it. To her, that was me maybe being gay (I decided now wasn’t the time to approach matters of sexuality) so she’s asked me, every once in a while, since college if I was gay. I finally asked her today what her motivation was for asking me all the time and she brought up the crossdressing. Of course, this launched her into a whole spiel based on “God’s book” (my headache still hasn’t gone away from how hard I rolled my eyes at that one) and this and that. I tried to counter with something and was told my argument wasn’t a good one (mostly because it wasn’t pro-her stance I think), so I kinda gave up…

…But it sure didn’t stop me from telling her that she didn’t have to worry because I wasn’t gay but had been seeing a therapist for a couple of year for being transgender. She just looked at me like I spit on a Bible and asked me if I seriously thought I should be a woman. You know those moments you have an internal dialogue with yourself debating which route to take right then and there? Yeah, by this point even that little angel on one said was agreeing with the little devil and said “go for it!”

So I said “Yep!” She decided then that when she stumbled trying to think of something to say that she didn’t want to talk about it. This also happened 3 and a half years ago the first time I tried to approach her about it. Not sure what to make of it right now except that I am kinda proud of myself for saying anything, but I don’t know how successful this venture was short and long term. I just know I don’t regret saying anything this time.

Thoughts? Witicisms? Moments of Zen, anyone?

(Oh, and thanks for taking the time to read this…)

Dani

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