Throughout my childhood and teenage years, she was the closest person to me, the one I could always talk to and let down my walls partially. She's a very caring and empathetic person. For some reason, when I transitioned she thought she was losing the child she had and getting a 'replacement'. I tried to convince I've always been the same person, but she just just refused to hear it. These days, whenever I'm around she acts like I'm just some random acquaintance and acts politely neutral, until I try to speak to her as my mother like I did in the past. Apparently this similarity between myself and... myself... is"disrespecting the memory of her son." She literally feels that the child she had died and I'm some sort of personality that came to exist recently. Oddly, she's not too homophobic or transphobic when it comes to others, she just cannot make the connection between who I am and who I was.
In other words, she's grieving an imaginary person, which is just a little confusing for me since *I* don't remember being another person. Sigh... wonderful, huh? It's such a silly view I'm tempted to just laugh about it, except it cost me having a mother.
Why can't people see the same person despite gender? I mean, she has to know subconsciously that her view is pretty unrealistic.
