A large percentage of my family is dead. Not 'dead to me' dead, but actually dead.
The rest of them (with the exception of my mom) are 1200 miles away from me and wouldn't recognize me if I walked past them on the street.
That being said, I spend all the holidays with my fiancée's dad's side of the family. My mom comes with us when her work schedule allows or we go hang out with her once she gets off.
My mom couldn't get off work today early enough so we dragged ourselves over to her aunt's house. Everyone knows about my transition and is cool with it. It's just not something I chat about or even want brought up anymore as I'm a little over a year into the process.
Her aunt is tone deaf as **** and 'unconsciously' treats everyone like they're beneath her by disguising her actions/words with 'good intentions'.
Anyway, last Christmas, I was feeling really great about myself. Top surgery was still a new thing (I was puffing my chest out like crazy) and I had two months of T under my belt. A couple of her family members that we never, ever see came in and didn't recognize me. I was on cloud nine.
This was when her aunt chose to come in and VERY loudly yell, "This is *full deadname that no one ever used anyway*!!"
After that, there was a lot of confusion and I was randomly misgendered throughout the night. I was insanely pissed at her but kept my cool. Other people said something to her, though, about how it was incredibly rude and inconsiderate. Guess what that translated into? A month later when we came to her place for New Year's Eve, -someone else- brought it up again; she screamed '**** YOU' to me at the top of her lungs, ran full force into her bathroom, locked herself in and refused to come out for half an hour. When she finally did come out and I tried to calmly talk to her about it, she literally sat in the living room with her face covered by a blanket and refused to acknowledge my existence. Happy new year. She's 60, by the way.
Today was equally as uncomfortable. Again, I'm done talking about my transition and holding hands at this point. Everyone knows, it's a non-issue and I'd really like as little attention for it as possible.
So what does she do? She stands up at the table, walks over to me, does the weird little hair tussle thing one does with a child and then proceeds to say, "Well, everyone... I'm proud to introduce *new name* now! That's what he got to pick!".
The room went completely silent (aside from me hearing my fiancée say 'oh jesus ****'') and all I could do was sit and stare at the table in disbelief. I just said a terse "yep, thanks" and grinded my teeth.
She ruffled my hair again and said, "Awww, are you embarrassed?"
Two cheers for being completely mortified and patronized in front of a large group of people.
The worst part is that she's completely irrational and unwilling to accept any ounce of responsibility for her actions. Even if she's confronted calmly and factually, she completely flips out and goes into toddler mode.
I already told my fiancée I'm skipping Christmas because I don't want to be called out with any number of micro aggressions again. What the **** are you supposed to do in situations like this? I feel like all my avenues are exhausted at this point. We've talked and talked and talked and talked... and then we've talked some more. Things have been hashed out. Boundaries have been set. 'I'd rather this just not come up any more in any form because I'm not seeking any sort of special treatment or acknowledgement' discussions have been had.
I should note at this point that these talks have occurred over the space of three years at this point; there's simply nothing left to talk about.
She does not do anything even remotely like this until she has an audience. Has anyone else ever dealt with something similar?