My parents see transgender as gross and unnatural

[Lady Lisandra]

THere's one thing you can be sure of, you can never know how people will react. I've heard of loving and completely supporting parents that disowned and kicked out their "beloved son" as soon as they found out she was trans. Ond the other hand, you can find religious, homophobic parents that completely changed their mentality and supported their trans son/daughter.

Telling them is a leap of fait, a necessary one. If they trully love you, they'll probably be able accept you even if they don't understand it at first, even if it's hard for them.

[LizK]

I have had huge issues with my parents who at least are now trying. It took them a long time and the grudgingly are changing because of the evidence of me.

I let them see that I am not the same person that I was. They can deny everything they want but the simple facts are there for everyone to see. I am as happy as I have ever been in my life, I now sleep again, I also getting back to eating properly, my stress triggered acute pain episodes have all but stopped,  I have an interest in life and lastly I smile bigger , brighter, better than I ever have in my life.

I gave up trying to educate them until they asked, only then will I approach the subject.

The best evidence you have is to live a happy and successful life.

[Nina]

I'd like to shine a positive light being trans and church.
10 years ago, feeling a void in my life, I started attending a Presbyterian church. Six months in, I decided it was time to live full time. I remember sitting down with my pastor and telling her I was transgender. She didn't comprehend what it meant, nor did she have advice on what I should do, or if the congregation would be accepting of. I decided to stop attending.
About six months later, my pastor emailed me out of the blue, saying the elders had wondered where I was. She had told them of this major change in my life. Apparently they wanted me back as the new me.
That first Sunday, I got to church an hour early, seated myself in the front pew, and sat quietly with my head down. Over the next hour, I was met by member after member welcoming me back, hugs, handshakes etc. After the service, I was surrounded by half a dozen older ladies...they had questions...eager to learn.
Weeks later, after becoming a full member of the church, I got the opportunity to stand in front of the congregation and tell my story. Rare to hear applause at church...but that's what I received. One of the best days of my life.
My church was not judgemental, but accepting that we're all different.

Anyhow...yeah...there's lots wrong with religion, but scratch the surface, and there are good stories too.