What a Relief!
Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 1:14 am
The last eight months or so have been pretty stressful. I lost my job in June. I lost my apartment in September and moved back to Virginia to live with my parents. Mom died in November.
Mom and I didn't always get along, but we reconnected the last few years. It took her awhile, but she eventually accepted my being transgendered. She would talk to Dad about me, but the three of us never got the chance to talk together about it.
I got away to Charlotte for a couple of days for a Kappa Beta get-together in December, but I haven't had any other outlet for that side of me. It's been driving me nuts. My birthday is this weekend, and I want out. Plus, Pink Essence is having a Girls' Night Out in Virginia Beach in two weeks, and I'm really looking forward to it.
This morning, after work, I sat down with Dad and told him how I was feeling. I was expecting a blow-up, because I remember how he felt about things when I was a teenager. I was nervous as hell, half afraid Dad was going to toss me out into the street. It was all for naught.
I mentioned before that Mom shared everything with Dad. It turns out, he made a separate peace with me in his mind. He's not happy that I'm this way, but he says that it's my life, and if this is how I choose to live, that's okay with him. He was actually surprised that I hadn't broached the subject sooner. Mom told him before she left that she wanted me to resume my life and lifestyle as I lived in Charlotte, and that Dad wasn't to interfere. I offered to rent a hotel room on the weekends, so I could dress up out of his sight. He told me I could dress at home. He actually went so far as to say I could dress at home, as in around the house, if I wanted.
I was speechless for a bit. I've sold my Dad short. He's an intelligent, perceptive and sensitive man, and somehow I never saw it.
Mom and I didn't always get along, but we reconnected the last few years. It took her awhile, but she eventually accepted my being transgendered. She would talk to Dad about me, but the three of us never got the chance to talk together about it.
I got away to Charlotte for a couple of days for a Kappa Beta get-together in December, but I haven't had any other outlet for that side of me. It's been driving me nuts. My birthday is this weekend, and I want out. Plus, Pink Essence is having a Girls' Night Out in Virginia Beach in two weeks, and I'm really looking forward to it.
This morning, after work, I sat down with Dad and told him how I was feeling. I was expecting a blow-up, because I remember how he felt about things when I was a teenager. I was nervous as hell, half afraid Dad was going to toss me out into the street. It was all for naught.
I mentioned before that Mom shared everything with Dad. It turns out, he made a separate peace with me in his mind. He's not happy that I'm this way, but he says that it's my life, and if this is how I choose to live, that's okay with him. He was actually surprised that I hadn't broached the subject sooner. Mom told him before she left that she wanted me to resume my life and lifestyle as I lived in Charlotte, and that Dad wasn't to interfere. I offered to rent a hotel room on the weekends, so I could dress up out of his sight. He told me I could dress at home. He actually went so far as to say I could dress at home, as in around the house, if I wanted.
I was speechless for a bit. I've sold my Dad short. He's an intelligent, perceptive and sensitive man, and somehow I never saw it.