Why does one person's opinion matter so much to me?!
When I came out to my mother, she told me, "I love you and accept you no matter what; but you are just making it harder to get another job"
Another day she insisted on telling me, "You can't afford to be a mental patient! Of course you feel great going to therapy! You're paying someone to tell you nothing is your fault!"
Making matters worse, after being invited to join her at a restaurant for dinner, "out of respect for me, you will not come see me like
that." (the only thing femme about me at the time was my jeans and nails)
And the final twist of the knife, "I'm happy for you, I
really am; but if you can afford to do this, you really don't need anymore help from me. I
personally think you have more to
lose following this path than to gain. But it's up to
you if you want to join us anymore for trips and outings"
There are alot of people in my position that have it worse, and I know it. It really shouldn't matter to me, but her words and attitude just hurt so much!

My beloved mother, our family's very own Florence Nightingale! One of my dearest inspirations to the nursing profession, wellspring of infinite compassion and the voice of tolerance, seems to have no empathy or compassion for me.