Apologies for the length of this post, but I'm really hurting, have a story to tell, and most of all I need some shoulders to cry on. This has been my worst day yet since coming out to certain family members I felt I could trust. It turns out I made the right call on all but one of them - my youngest brother. My Dad committed suicide a week ago today. In addition to the new note he left lying beside himself, we found a suicide note in his things written on old note paper dated February 11, 1993. He held on to it for some reason all these years. His funeral was Thursday.
My very intoxicated brother woke me up with a phone call at 4:30 am this morning, being rude to my wife who answered the phone, to blame me for Dad's suicide because I'm transgender. I never came out to Dad about being transgender, but my brother had recently told Dad that people were talking about whether or not I was gay, because I wear pierced earrings in both ears all the time and "dress younger than my age", whatever that means. I'm only 59 and very young at heart, so what's the deal with that? Ignorance has an ugly underbelly called bigotry, right? My brother told me in the same phone call that Dad said that if I was gay he couldn't handle it. When I spent the day with my Dad on Father's Day he asked me if I was gay. Wow! That was surprising. My brother had put this idea into his head. I told the truth and said, no. He knew how I felt about sexual orientation and that my wife and I had gay and lesbian friends. Dad of course believed his oldest son, me, and actually said he thought my earrings were pretty cool. I presented no other superficial female signs to my Dad ever. He was 81, lived alone, fragile emotionally, and I was planning to never "come out" to him at his age.
I'm so thankful my three other siblings, nieces and nephews are expressing their sincere love and support. I'm blessed in that respect, as I know from reading forums a lot of my MTF sisters have been disowned by family, spouses and their adult children. We don't have children. Young people still living at home don't have an option of silence unless they're coping by being as stealthy as possible - which we all know is emotional hell and eventually won't work. I can't imagine what they go through. Sadly, too many transgender people take my Dad's route to end their pain. I know this won't be the last interpersonal trauma I suffer as transgender, but life must go on.