I knew I had to tell her. The fact that i wasn't telling my best friend (my mom) what I felt made me feel like it was eating away at my insides. I grabbed a pack of cigarettes and killed about 3 of them before I had the balls to say something to her. I got my phone, and texted her something along the lines of "mom, I'm transgender and if you don't know what that is i'll break it down for you." mind you, i was still killing cigarettes at this point. I was so nervous and I didn't know how she was going to react. she laughed and said, "yeah i kinda figured you would tell me that one day. i'll love you no matter what." I came out to my sister by just up front telling her, i'm going to be a boy now, and you're going to call me ollie, and i'm your brother now. She didn't have a problem with it, and she was 11 at the time. I've never told my dad because he's pretty old fashioned and when he found out I broke the family tradition of being Catholic he flipped out. I told my cousin, and she kinda tried to talk me out of it, but she said that she would call me Ollie, and use male pronouns. so that didn't go to bad. My grandma had taken care of me since i was 2 weeks old. Both my parents had to work a lot, so she took care of me till I was old enough to do it myself. She kind of caught on to the fact that I was going to be transitioning from female to male. She made a comment to my sister about "yeah, i know she's going to get her breasts cut off, but that is a lot of money so good luck with that." I don't think I will ever tell her myself. She's pretty much on her death bed now, and I want to tell her so bad. I just can't. I don't want her to be disappointed in me. I'd rather her die thinking I'm the little girl she raised, than telling her and her being upset before she dies. But yeah, that's pretty much my story.
what's yours?
Your mom is a diamond! By comparison, the rest just don't matter at all.
Best read in ages.