Awww this makes me tear up a little, it reminds me of my dad...i went to so manyntherapists growing up, each one telling my dad i was gender dysphoric, and according to my health issues i should see an endocrinologist for testing...each time was met with a staunch "my son will not be gay and wear dresses"... He even left me sitting there as he walked out the room one time, and my mom had to come pick me up from the office (parents are divorced). He would threaten to kill my mom if she took me to any specialist doctors, andveven asked therapists if it was possible to "send him to a place for reprogramming"..so ya, he was the last person my fiance and myself informed, by phone due to him being across state....
"hey dad you sitting down?"
"yeah whats up son?"
"well, i finally went and got testing done with an endo."
"what did they say?"
"well, lets get to it, and just say you have a daughter and not a son...."
Silence
"well, i love you either way kiddo, I hope you are doing the right thing."
And we went into deeper conversation about the whole being intersexed thing and why therapists would always say i needed to see a speialist. He doesnt call me son anymore, but hes still grasping this i think, as he does call me kiddo instead now....and that conversation was only three monthes ago.
I think age changes people a lot...especially parents...it meant the world to me. So your story reminded me of my dad, and our conversation. It really put a few tears to my eyes. Congrats!
