I imagine this is nothing new for many of you, my folks are 1000 miles + away (I'd have killed myself if was still stuck there for a number of reasons) so life far from family has mixed blessings. I was brought up in a very Catholic house, there was no gray areas between right and wrong, and prejudice was more than tolerated. I still wonder why - and thank my maker for it, that my thoughts were so different. Growing up with the knowledge since my earliest memories I was born wrong, keeping my secret, keeping my sanity....
That was so long ago it seems. People mellow out with age, or so I would have hoped.
While talking to my father the other day, well he did all the talking (he never could hear me, then or now it seemed) he started to talk about this great priest at his church, and how he has his mind 'right'. He spoke in his sermon how "gays and lesbian should be put in concentration camps, with tall electric fences to keep them apart from each other and from the rest of the world until they all die."
Now I know I should have had been born female, with every fiber of my being, and although I don't identify as gay, and I can only see myself with a man as a woman in my head, those words showed to me I can never come out and tell my folks why my looks have changed, why my breasts are so prominent, even when trying to hide them, why everyone said how good my color was (thanks covergirl), and why I seem so alone.
I can never hurt them so. So I can never tell them. Same with my brothers and sister, for they too would never speak to me again.
And I will always feel stuck as the weird little brother - even at 50....
How do or did you deal with folks that are like this?