My mum reluctantly supported my transition. She knew I was mentally unwell when I began pursuing it. She knew I was probably making a mistake. Yet, she said nothing. Why? Fear. The fear of a mother, that her vulnerable daughter would cut her off if she objected. 1/8
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Nobody ever asked her how she was. Nobody ever checked in to see how she was handling the loss of her youngest daughter. People just kept saying “good for her,” while she cried herself to sleep after looking at my baby pictures. 4/8
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My mum didn't question or challenge me because she didn't want to lose me. The gender clinic had no such pressure. It was their job to question and challenge me – to evaluate my (clearly) poor mental health and treat me accordingly. Instead, they handed me HRT and surgery. 5/8
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I'll never forget my mums face when I showed her the result of my double mastectomy. She physically recoiled, but then pulled herself together to support me. But I'll never forget the horror in her face when she saw her physically healthy daughters bloody, bandaged chest. 6/8
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Today, my wonderful mum is still by my side, and has been equally supportive of my detransition. But I'll never forget the pain I put her through, the expectations I had – that she forget her beloved daughter and welcome her new son without question. 7/8
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The parents of trans people receive so little support or compassion. It is not transphobic for you to grieve, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I used to say “I'm still me!” but I wasn't. Transition changes you, and your loved ones will be the first to notice that. 8/8
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