Okay...So let me throw the disclaimer that this is partially my fault. I am a very open person, and my grandparents do not do the interwebs...No social media, just looking up recipes or places to go. Alright....That being said, I am VERY open on social media, and by very open, I also mean I am VERY clear about things.
I am not shy on Facebook about being Trans, I have friends, family, and very select ex and current co-workers...
Alright...So here's the beef. I still haven't come out to my grandmother....But someone whom I worked with at Wal-Mart, whom I have not yet identified, had the audacity to just talk to her about it. Like...I understand that my personal information is on my social media account, but even if my grandmother was fully aware, which I have made clear that she is NOT, why would anyone feel the need, or think it was appropriate, to bring this up with my grandmother...IN A PUBLIC PLACE!
Nana is a very devout Christian lady whom I love with all my heart and this kind of heart breaking news that her golden grandchild (aka me...the one who is like a child to her, the one who can do virtually no wrong, the favorite, the one that knows her better than any of her own children ever have, the one who made the call that she COULD NOT handle seeing my late aunt in the state she was buried in, the one who talked their own mother out buying her a purse because it didn't have enough pockets) is a godless, queer who is going to burn in hell is NOT what she needed.
NOW BEFORE YOU ROAST MY NANA...She's VERY old fashion, and she means the very best, and she's from small town Alabama...Our whole family is...But most of us are just kind of like, in the current times, and my grandparents are not so much. I am not upset that my Nana didn't take this news well as I knew she wouldn't...I am upset that it didn't come from me, and came form an unidentified source, I am upset because she is upset, and subsequently my mother is having to deal with, and then it all comes back to me.
I have already been feeling guilty...My grandfather, the kind of guy who literally write "Happy birthday, I love you, Love Bob" in every birthday card, recently told me in my Birthday card that I was always like a daughter to him. It was a sweet sentiment and though they were unaware, the guilt was real...Pile that on with the guild of lying and hiding who I am around them, and now with the guilt of know my grandmother is probably heartbroken and praying for my soul as we speak.
My mom told her not to tell me, and she did text me, but it was about some of my aunt's things that she set aside for me to snag next time I come to visit, but I don't even want to look her in the eye...I don't know if she is intentionally quilting me or just trying to make sure that I know that she loves me, but she said that she loved me so much and even if I'm a grown up I'll always be her baby. Cue sobbing fit in my office at work.
So guilt, guilt, and not the dastardly guild of knowing she knows, and pretending that I don't...I don't know how long I'll be able to keep it up...but I'd like to wait to have the conversation until I've got a few good points for her. I am not a Christian, but I was raised as such, and I would like to scope out some bible verses and maybe even videos that may help her cope and understand that I'm not going to go to hell...I.e. I'm fearfully and wonderfully made in gods image and he knew everything I would before I was even crafted in the womb, so obviously it's okay with him or he wouldn't have made me...
Well what about free choice, God gave us that?

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You know...he did...and you know...Adam and Eve at the fruit...
And you know he punished them for it, but nowhere in the bible does it say that they ended up going to hell for disobeying his teachings.
There is nothing outwardly about being trans in the bible...And even if there was, it would probably right there in the old testament with don't shave your face, cover your hair when you pray, don't wear poly/cotton blends and DEFINITELY don't eat them abominate shrimps.
God does not comfort me, but who am I to take his comfort away from someone else, you know? I want to be supportive of her faith in God, because if I'm requesting any for of acceptance, it's the least I can do.
In a way a weight it lifted because it breaks the ice and helps me prepare, but I'm still livid at the audacity...I called this unknown person out, but I doubt they'll have the courage to come forward and rectify or apologize for their actions. And honestly, I don't care if they do. The guilt can eat them away just as much as it's eating me.
UUGGGGGH. End rant.
TL;DR....Unidentified ex coworker told my Nana I was trans, she didn't know, there was no reason to do it, Nana thinks I'm going to hell, but still loves me, but yeah...brimstone and fire.