So I am full time, all my documents are changed to my new name and gender, and I am 5 months post op. However, I am still dealing with a sort of future loss of my family. Having completed transition, I am saying goodbye to the people who raised me. No more Thanksgivings or Christmases with them. No more homemade soup or summers at the cabin or
I probably will not see my little cousins, including my goddaugther, grow up. My Grandpa, who would be against my change the most, who made sure I had everything I needed, and then some, as a kid, who put me through university, who taught me to ride a bike, can never see me again. My dad is 70 and still works seven days a week. He is a heavy smoker and may only last a few more years. I will not likely be able to say a proper goodbye or go to his funeral.
I can't come around them anymore. My hair is too long, my voice is too high, and a BA is hard to hide even in the baggiest of clothing. I am so glad that I have been given the chance to be done transition and be post op at the young age of 23. I guess the price hasn't hit me until now. My Mom will still be around when she's not working, and but she will have to answer the questions when the rest of the family asks where I am. I can't risk showing them the real me. It's not fair to them to put them through that, and it's not fair to me to face the rejection. I'd rather hide, and Mom agrees this is the best thing to do too. They aren't religious, they just have firm morals.
I was never overly close with the family, but without them I would not be where I am today. I guess I'm trying to process how I should go forward. What if Mom or Dad or Grandpa die within the next few months? How can I thank them for what they did but still keep myself and the rest of the group sane? Any thoughts, wisdom, stories? I hate to be a downer, but like I say, I have been so obsessed with my physical transition that I totally overlooked these details. Now they are all that remain for me to overcome, if possible.