Two days ago I more or less came out to my mom, or more specifically told her I've been heavily questioning things, and am now pretty damn certain I am MTF. She seemed to take it well, gave me a hug, told me she loved me, and informed me that she just wanted me to be happy.
And now I regret ever telling her. The next day she wanted permission to tell two of her best friends, because she was having a hard time coming to terms with it and needed someone to speak to. I told her she could speak to my aunt, my uncle, or my stepsister... all of whom know, and support me fully. Not good enough. She had to be able to speak to THOSE people.
After much hemming and hawing, I gave in.
Turns out my stepfather recognized my mom's "distress" (as she terms it), and asked what was wrong. She played coy. Thankfully. Because here's the thing: I am terrified of my stepfather. I mask it well, but even at 23, I still avoid the rooms he's in. I am terrified of how this 240 pound, borderline homophobic, ex-football player will react.
I told my mom because I could no longer lie to her. I had to tell her what was going on with me. I prayed that I could trust her.
And now I don't think I can.
She got home from work this evening (I still live at home) and proceeded to tell me how it was unfair to her it is to have to keep this from her husband. And that, moreover, it is unfair to him to be left out of the loop. Because she needs her support system, she says. She needs someone to talk to.
I stood there with my hands on the counter, my wet hair dangling my face, hyperventilating onto the red pepper I'd just been chopping. For the first time in my life, I truly thought I was going to pass out. Is this what a panic attack feels like?
She then proceeded to tell me how much this effects the family. How big this is. And all I could tell her is "I know, I know."
"And you're driving a wedge between me and my husband."
My heart broke as she spoke those words. I began to cry. Not two days ago, I was certain I could trust my mom explicitly. Now I can't help but wonder if I ever will again.
I am aware of how selfish transitioning can be, but what I wasn't prepared for was how much she would make it about herself. I walked out of the room to her protestations -- "and now you won't even have a conversation with me?" I told her I just couldn't handle it. And then I dropped the trump card, or A trump card: "If you tell [stepfather's name], I will move out of this house. I will leave."
I don't know how I'd be able to do so, but I will.
I hope she realizes that by telling my stepfather, she'll drive a permanent wedge between she and I as well. I only hope she's prepared herself for the consequences. Because in a way, as tough as it is, I have.
What do I do? What can I do? How do I rein my mom in, because the last thing I want is to lose her. I'm just not ready to face my stepfather. I can't do that yet.
Help?