Aside from having a huge hour-long mental breakdown? Not bad I guess.
It was my mom and stepdad's wedding couple years ago. They're supportive and all, don't get me wrong but... Well, I guess that's exactly the reason why I reacted to strongly.
You know how the tables have name cards in the reception? Well, because they'd been so supportive all along I expected my (back then) new name would've been on the card but it wasn't. There it was, the old name, staring right back at me.
So yeah, in came a huge anxiety attack riddled with all sorts of mixed emotions and it surely wasn't made any better by other people coming to wonder what's wrong with me. More like what was NOT wrong with me at that point.
Anywho, that whole incident was discussed through with the help of a social worker and nurse specialising in trans* stuff and we're all cool with my mom now.