I'm not sure about what stress my mom might have had. Dad definitely wasn't abusive, but mom was pregnant with me during her senior year of high school (mom turned 18 only two months before I was born). My grandparents on mom's side were pretty ticked off, obviously, and they didn't care much for my dad. But I know my parents had a shotgun wedding because of my grandpa. Maybe all of that is why she couldn't face being pregnant and stayed on the pills three months after I was conceived. After all, she was 17, dad was 25.
But that's pure conjecture. Well, the circumstances are true, but I have no way of knowing what my mom thought back then. She doesn't open up about anything and she can't handle emotional conversation.
What I want to tell her, what I wish she could understand, is that I don't care what might have happened 34 years ago. It's not like we know the cause. There's no point in trying to find it, and I certainly don't blame her for anything. I like who I am, I like how I've turned out, and I'm glad my brain development defied my chromosomes because the thought of being male just makes me shudder. I'm so grateful that I'm a woman and I wouldn't change that for anything. And beyond that, I'm incredibly grateful for my mom's love and support and for being one of my biggest champions. She has no reason to feel guilty because I feel nothing but joy about who I am.
That's what I wish she would know...