Sorry, this is quite different from my usually upbeat posts but it has been playing on my mind a bit this last week - I think my estrogen implant is starting to run low or something.

Anyway - I've been considering how my sister and father have treated me since I came out and transitioned. My sister at least will call me Grace, my father won't even do that. In the last year I've seen my sister once, my father twice and we all live less than 20ks from each other. I haven't seen my sister's kids in that time either, the two eldest boys know and are "accepting" but the youngest girl (now 10) doesn't know and in fact has been told by my sister that I "had to go away for work" as an excuse for why she can't see me at the moment. WTF? I mean, seriously?
A lot of people who commit murder and are convicted and sent to prison can get often more support from their family members.
I'm really confused here - I haven't murdered or assaulted anyone, haven't pushed drugs, haven't embezzled or blackmailed... and yet I feel I'm being treated worse by them than had I done stuff like that instead. Does that make sense? All I've done is live my life as myself to be true to myself, I'm not hurting anyone and yet they treat me worse than a criminal, like I'm someone to be ashamed of and lie about.
If they needed me I would be there for them. I have been there for them in the past. I was a regular part of their lives, but now they'd rather I didn't exist - or at least that's what it feels like.
Thursday morning I was quite down, started crying over my breakfast because of this. Fortunately I'm happier, on a more even keel now, I have put it back in the "whatevs" basket for the time being and feel able to write about it instead.
Family!
At least my mother is on my side.