Sun Dec 02, 2012 at 03:06 PM PST
Lenticular Animation; How My Mickey Became a Minnie

by laurustina

http://www.dailykos.com/story/2012/12/02/1166651/-Lenticular-Animation-How-My-Mickey-Became-a-Minnie

In early February of 2008, my 15-year old son Jordan revealed, first to his therapist and then to me, that in her heart and her head, she was a girl. For three days, I kept her secret but pressed her to tell her dad and brother because, well I'm lousy with secrets. Day four, the first Saturday after Jordan renamed herself Alice, our family composition was poised to change forever.

There's that half-conscious moment, when you wake on the heels of a crisis or a loss or some life-changing event, and you don't yet remember that thing which weighed heavily upon you the night before. This little gift of blissful calm has been noted many times before and not without reason, as it is this half-breath, this brief, but blessed reprieve which we all long for.

The first moments of those first days after Alice's revelation are like that, gloriously shrouded in the fog of sleep. Reality seeps in however between the 6:05 and 6:15 alarms. By Saturday however,  I wake knowing what I knew the night before and not feeling some horrific loss. I roll out of bed and our collie Chloe follows me down the hall, always on my heels.

<tears>

I am telling you: "there is hope for humanity"

I read through the blogs.  I agree with Dev.  I absolutely hate losing the young ones.

  Thanks for the story, Zythera.  Almost like my mom in the late 1970's.  We couldn't find any bras for my flat chest though.  I did buy a nightgown and a couple of ladies sportshirts on that trip.  That was it.  I had to find a job, so I retained the male image. 

  Joelene