Just went to what was supposed to be my birthday party with my family. It was the first time we'd all hung out as a family with me presenting as a female. Ended up crying all night, then going home and taking a shower and putting on guy clothes, buying beer and cigarettes, and then crying some more before writing this letter to them.
Bad idea? Probably.
But I stopped crying

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Good Morning!
I know I'm a big ball of emotions right now, but let me give you some insight on how you can show me some love and help me out a little bit. When I am "dressed up as Samantha" it sure would be nice if I could get some female pronouns thrown my way! When you refer to me as "him" or "he" you basically are letting everyone know that you think I look nothing like a woman! If you aren't comfortable with referring to me by my gender identity and their pronouns then please feel free to just use my name. The same one I've had for as long as I can remember – you can call me "Sam" really I don't mind! It's much better than "bro" or "dude" or "man".
This weekend was amazing for me for about 24 hours. On Friday, I picked up my son and he told me that he wanted me to dress up as a girl so he could see it. So I did. I was nervous but I did it, and he responded so positive and asked me why I didn't do that all the time. For the first time ever I was actually living as a woman outside of my house! It was so amazing, that I finally felt good enough to go outside of my house while wearing a wig and presenting as a female. Then, upon arrival to the location of what was supposed to be a joyous occasion, it was pronoun hell. Nothing makes a girl feel prettier than having a bunch of family members calling her a guy!
Obviously, there is no need to try to present myself as feminine since I still am clearly a male and no one is going to see me otherwise anytime soon. No one addressed me as a girl the entire night except for [my sister in law] calling me "Skinny Girl" but I think that was more of a nickname because she also failed on her pronouns. It was all "him" and "he" and "his". Well, I guess you all made your point loud and clear.
Maybe somewhere down the line I'll gain the confidence to try it again. Until then, please do not ask me "when is Samantha going to come out?" He isn't coming out for a long time. Neither are his heels, or his wig, or his purse. He's staying in his closet until people can show some effort to make him feel comfortable around the people he loves.
I feel like I was ready to take a huge next step in my life, but the people who said they supported me all sent me crashing down. I felt so loved when I woke up on Saturday, but by the end of the day I just felt like the butt of everyone's joke.
Merry Christmas!
Your Loving Son / Brother,
[my full male birth name]
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