So tonight I decided to finally be brave. I told my parents that I was transgender.
I’ve dreaded talking about it with them for well over 20 years, but I got tired of “playing the part” and not being able to express who I am. Their response was about what I figured it would be, but it was still a scary prospect for me, so I’m a bit proud of myself today. Of course, being from the overly religious family that I’m from, they want me to seek the religious answer that *they* want to hear before they’ll truly accept it, but to be honest, I was expecting that. They wouldn’t be my parents if they didn’t. It’s how they believe, so I’m good with that. At least they agree that getting back to my therapist is a good thing to pursue and that they’ll help make sure that I can start going again, so there’s that. We’ll see how things go. I still can’t quite be who I want to be yet, but I think I’m a step closer.
Yep, it’s been a day. Here’s to a better day tomorrow, one I can be thankful for.