So, Yesterday was an interesting day. I had lunch with Mom, and the dinner with Dad. They are separated, so best to see them seperately, though it would save me a bunch of yap yap yap.
They both are struggling with this idea of me being trans. Mom is coming at it from the angle of having to fix her thought patterns, She has two sons and a daughter, not two daughters and a son! She also struggles with wanting to protect me from the hurts that I may have to encounter in the Catholic church and elsewhere because of it. My parents watched me get bullied throughout school age, because of a variety of things, so I understand it. However, she's suggesting I leave my faith just to avoid the hurts, which would not be a very good thing if I wanted to try and improve the lives of LGBTQ* persons in the Catholic Church, which I do want to do. So, sorry Mom, not planning on doing that, makes as much sense to me as "not having enough girl hormones as a kid so I didn't 'feel' like a girl..."
Dad's struggle was a bit easier, but no less long winded on my part, to allay. He just didn't see how I could suddenly think I was a boy. We are alike my dad and I. Face value people. So, he saw a daughter, and didn't think anything else could be there. Just as I did for a long time. But I was able to help him understand. The confusion over which bathroom I use was kinda funny though. "But you use the ladies' room" "Yeah Dad, I use the ladies room because I LOOK like a woman, if I looked like a guy, that's the one I'd rather use."
So, hopefully we shall become more and more comfortable with the idea. But we are all agreed (I won't tell my parents that they agree on something, if you don't) that I shouldn't tell Oma. 87 year old, old school German widows don't need the stress of trying to understand why their grandchild is actually a man, and not a woman...