Well not that dramatic really...in fact hardly dramatic at all. My parents now know about me being transgendered...I'd originally phoned up to wish him happy birthday but I ended up telling him. I find it very hard to lie to my parents and this is actually the first time in months I've spoken to either of them.
After having worked it up into some serious drama it was almost a non event...my mum and dad love me and they'll continue to love me regardless and will be there for me...in fact, when i told him how long I'd been feeling this way he said that he wished I'd said something sooner so that they could have supported me through this before now.
I think I have awesome parents
Funny how we think there is going to just the opposite of what really happens.
Congratulations, Helena. This is a very big step and ended in a great milestone.
And yes you have awesome parents. ;D
The thing is, as jenny pointed out to me when i phoned her, that I've effectively done all the really scary stuff. My friends know, my dr knows, my work knows and now my parents...and I've done a lot of it almost by accident. It really is just about moving forward now.
I did cry a fair bit, especially when my dad said what he did about telling them sooner.
I know I've said it on the telephone in our long but lovely call - (you must let me phone you next time or your next bill will be scary!) - but you should be exceptionally proud of yourself for the undramatic and straigtforward way that you have managed to jump through all these hoops.
I just hope that your transition continues to proceed in the same hassle free way. This is absolutely how it is supposed to be done!
Well done indeed! :)
That is excellent news Helena.
3 cheers for awesome parents!!
If i ever tell my parents i dont think it will go quite so well.
Hugs
Shelly
Well I suppose I should update...it's two weeks late, but after everything that happened I've been suffering from a severe lack of confidence which has equated to being a lot of a hermit.
The face to face meeting didn't go well...really badly in fact. The Mother unit in particular was really quite horrible (while at the same time telling me she'd always love me). I'm still angry now at some of the things she said and right now it feels like if I ever talk to her again it'll be too soon. Dad was a bit more understanding and did reign the mother unit in a couple of times, and I feel bad for not speaking to him, but I don't want to take any anger out on him or put him between me and the mother unit.
Life sucks sometimes.
Probably the only positive at the moment is how well my transition at work is going. That continues to gain momentum in an entirely satisfying way. hehe