hmmm yea, I got a taste of that yesterday.
Reading a very long email from my sister who was actually reacting to me telling her I'm now on HRT... What seemed to be plain acceptance at first, I mean very sincere, like it doesn't matter what you are... started shifting towards a total lack of understanding the very nature of my life-long uneasiness with life and myself.
To the point that I was thinking... usually people with that reasoning are hostile to trans. She is not, but not supporting either since she's telling me that she doesn't understand why one would want to change role, have less testosterone (and she thinks get weaker, but hey I feel stronger now), that she's never been very attractive and just learned to live with it.
I guess she's right in a way, I remember telling that to my therapist just last year: we can live through anything, some people live through wars... some humans live through very rough times... my situation can be looked at as quite lightly problematic... in some regards. I guess I could go on being a man, I told my therapist (surely I could have, so I guess my sister sees it as some kind of a choice)
So that's my sister. Anyways I don't care. At all. There are only two humans I care about the reaction and what they think: my daughter and my son, freshly adults. Great acceptance at first, supportive... It really wasn't a surprise to them so they didn't actually have any shock. We'll see... Light discussion yesterday about the fact that I will remain his father... trying to explain how I actually never felt like a father, much more like a mother... but yea, no troubles, I will remain a father. (humans are so binaries)
I guess for my sister there seems to be a line where one cannot ask help from science. If your back hurts so much you can't walk (her case), you can take drugs to get relief and walk normally, but if you've been crawling and your whole life has been bouncing all over the place your not entitled to seek a solution. Live with it. I must say I can't see the line... think it's moral (even if she claims to be atheist)...
started an email to react, and then... after all why react? I'm tired of trying to explain my chaotic life. No more explaining, I just act. Feels good. For once. I feel my breasts growing as I type, touching them by mistake with my arm since I'm not used to type with breasts... hehehe