I worked up the courage to tell my therapist last Tuesday. It went great, felt like I was floating all day. I was able to make an appointment with my GP yesterday. I was very nervous about it, but I got the words out. She was very understanding. Let me know that I'm her first trans patient so she might be over-thorough. That's fine. So, medically everything is great.
Last Tuesday, after the therapist, my mom invited up to her office for lunch, she works in the same building. We were in a private room, and I wanted to say something, but I couldn't do that to her at work. It just wouldn't be right. Thursday night my brother invited me over to his place to catch the Bulls game. This is very unusual, I generally only see his family on holidays. Technically it was one, but that's not the kind I mean. Now there's no bad feelings there, we're just a separatist sort of family. Anyway, I had myself worked up and thought it would be a great time to tell. With the little kids stopping in for candy, his kids in and out, and general (and normal) family chaos I just couldn't get it out. Looking back that's probably for the best. I want to be taken seriously, you know? So I resolve to stop in the next day (yesterday) and tell him since he works at home. I spent too much time at the GP (which was good, had blood drawn and sent labs to see if there are any issues with HRT) and needed to get to the office, I couldn't stop by. Last night was dinner at a public restaurant with my mom and grandmother. My grandmother is 92 and her mind is going. She won't understand. I can't tell her. Plus, we were in a public place, not a good spot to get into private information... My mom lives with my grandmother to keep an eye on her, so I can't just randomly stop by and talk. However, at 10:30 every Saturday my grandmother gets her hair done, problem solved, right? I get to their place at 10:45, I don't see my mom's car anywhere. I call her with the intent of asking her to come home to talk. Turns out my grandmother was already done at the salon and they were out at breakfast. I get invited, so I go. I have to sit there, ready to burst and I still can't say anything. The dinner the night before had been painful because I was freaking out, scared, ready to pop, and I just couldn't concentrate on what anyone was saying. Breakfast this morning was worse.
I did mange to pull my mom aside when my grandmother went to the bathroom and let her know I needed to talk to her. First thing she asks is if I got some girl pregnant. I felt the hysterical laughter bubbling up and quickly squashed it. She kept guessing, each time further from the mark...
I feel like the powers that be are taunting me. I've seen my family more since I announced myself to the therapist than I normally do an any given week yet I can't tell them a thing. I spend all day worrying and shaking.
AAAARGH!