Well, it was a very stressful and painful weekend for me. Nowhere near as bad as I imagined it would be, but it left me emotionally fragile.
My Dad called me on Saturday, from the camp where my Mother had told him. He asked if I was okay, and said that nothing was different between us, that he'd love me no matter what. Good news, right?
Well, when he came home we started to talk. He mostly asked questions and I provided short answers. This is where the confidence you talked about would have come in handy, Catherine. It was one of the most gut-wrenching talks I've ever had. I guess I'm not as at peace with myself as I thought, because it was an incredibly embarrassing experience.
The highlights:
-He doesn't care that I'm bisexual, and apologized if anything he has said has hurt me over the years
-He wishes I had trusted him enough to tell him sooner
-Doesn't believe that transitioning (or "mutilating" myself) will make me happier, that it will just create new problems for me
-He's afraid he failed as a father
-"You're not a girl. You're a boy. Anyone who tells you differently is wrong. I want you to be happy with who you are. That's just how I feel." (paraphrased)
-Asked if there was anything he could read.
-Said that the only reason he would be okay with me transitioning is because it's me. He'll always love me.
As far as coming out stories go, I know that I got off super light. There's ignorance there, but the love overwhelms it. Still, it shook me something fierce. I had only planned to tell him if (and it still is an if) I became committed to transitioning. He's completely right about the difficulties, but I'm afraid I just wasn't in a state to properly express my feelings.
The day after, he asked me if I would just like to pretend the talk never happened. In my shook up state, I just said yes. That night he stressed that he was worried about me, that he just wanted me to get better. I stressed that I'm not sick, which I got him to concede to.
Feeling awful and wanting to reject the idea of transitioning all together, my Mom was a bedrock of support. She offered to do little things to make me happy, like waxing me or buying me panties, until he had time to get used to this. She's such an amazing mother. I know this is horrible for her, but all she cares about is my happiness. You're right Joanne, I don't begrudge her crying or giving me up. It was unreasonable for me to burden her like this. I just wish I had been able to hold onto my secret until I knew EXACTLY what I planned to do.
So, that's where things stand. I'm not on the verge of tears today, but everything feels upside down.