Quote from: Steph on September 05, 2007, 06:09:41 AM
One of the issues that our families have is that their expectations have been dashed somewhat. Right from birth our parents and relatives have plans or are already planning our future(s). They start college funds, tell their friends about how their son or daughter "The doctor", the "Fire fighter", will be following in their footsteps carrying on family traditions etc. you get the idea.
We're nurtured and moulded as our family sees how we will turn out, and then wham! They find out we are not as they had raised us, their hope and dreams can be dashed, they sometimes see that they have some how failed, they even sometimes think "What will the neighbors think".
They don't understand that it's not their fault. They can think that they have wasted all that time and effort, they can't admit we are other than what they brought up. Family often have much time and effort invested in us, whereas our friends, acquaintances, and strangers have not, so it really is of no consequence to them who or what we are.
Just my thoughts.
Steph
That's totally true, Steph. I have a lot of family who no longer talks to me -- I just don't exit any more to them, I'm dead to them. For them, it makes it much easier to deal with my change. They had an idea, especially my grandparents who helped raising me a lot. For a long time I tried to live up to there standards, but it wasn't who I was. It was hard, and is still hard, that I have been cut out of their lives, but I also understand their point of view and how imagining that I'm dead helps them deal with the hurt and feeling that they failed.
It took my brother almost 10 months after I went full-time before he talked to me again. I'm glad he's been talking to me recently. It was hard when he cut me out, but then he realized that I needed to be who I am and that I wasn't going to change. My mom talks to me, and has all the way through. She's alright with it now, but at first it was difficult. My dad doesn't talk to me -- he has a few times, with a bit of lip service, and then stopped talking to me never returning my calls or emails. He wasn't there much in my life anyway, but it's still hard.
My friends, however, have been the best. My roommates are my family now... three sisters. My main support network is through the wonderful friends I've made. If I didn't have my friends, it would have been a lonely and difficult transition.
I think that it is easier for friends and strangers to adapt than family members. It also can depend on the family member and their background. A lot of my family is Mormon, so, being trans isn't a good thing in the church and I also give them a bad name (they feel like they failed, since I failed in the "church's" eye). Gender is such a huge important doctrinal point in the church, so changing your gender isn't taken lightly and forever bars me from the organization (not that I care, I don't believe in the church and I left it for a reason). So, there's a combo of upbringing as well as social pressures.
--natalie