I think I posted here somewhere how my mother was accepting of me being trans, but not accepting of me homeschooling my kids.

Well, now that I'm actually transitioning, she's upset with me. It started a few weeks back when she asked if I were on hormones and I said yes. I've been on T since 7/26. She read me the 'I'm concerned' riot act. Esp. since she really thought I wouldn't transition. That I could be happy just knowing what was wrong. Being trans is fine if you don't DO anything about it. Okay, Mom. Whatever.
So then I tell her I'm having a hysto. She freaked out!! OMG that's so drastic!! So I explain in detail the TMI details of fibroids and why I'm having it done. That it doesn't have anything to do with transitioning, that my doc told me to have it done 3 years ago, and finally I have insurance and the problem is worse. She's mollified but not by much. After surgery, I called her to let her know I was fine. She kept asking, really? Really fine? She wasn't concerned about the physical part; she thought I'd be a basket case because my repro organs were permanently gone. I told her no, I didn't miss them, and in fact when I woke up and realized they were gone, it was a huge sense of all is now right with the world because they're gone. She didn't believe me. Even when I told her that my former SIL and a friend both had hystos and both practically threw parties, they were happy to be rid of the parts and Auntie Flo forever, she didn't believe me. Apparently my mother has some great attachment to her uterus even though she's post-menopausal. And can't believe that not all women are. Maybe I'd have regrets if I didn't have kids already. But seriously, trans or no trans, I'm too old to have kids and why put up with the monthly (or multi-times monthly!! in my case!!) nonsense??
Last part of our convo she tells me that she told my Aunt about me. And my Aunt said, oh, okay. And apparently that pissed off my mother. You know, she said, that it's not going to be okay with everyone. Someday someone's NOT going to be fine with this. Apparently since so far coming out has been a non-issue, she wanted to tell me that eventually someone would flip and disown me. It was odd, it wasn't from the standpoint of trying to be helpful, or you may want to know that some people have issues with trans, but more that she was mad that someone already hadn't made a big deal out of it, my Dad included. She had been talking to my dad, hoping HE would be the one, but nope, he doesn't understand it but loves me anyway. GO DAD!!
Sorry for the incoherent rambling. Blame it on the Percocet.

Bottom line out of all this: My mother really does NOT want to go with me to top surgery even though she said she would (no surprise there; she has a long history of that long before transitioning was an issue). So now I get to find someone to go. I even took care of all of her excuses - time off work, boarding her diabetic cat, the whole 9 yards. But bottom line is my mother will help ANYONE else out, and score brownie points. But she won't have time or won't help out her own kids/family. I guess there are no brownie points to be earned there. It's all about what others think about her.
Oh, well.
Jay