So I just cried about 200 times while I was writing this and I wanted to get some feedback. When I talked to my therapist this week, I told her that I wanted to tell my parents but that I was having a hard time getting the words to come out. She suggested that I keep trying to write the letter that I have been working on, and then carry it with me when I tell her in person. If anything stops the communication then I will have something to say, "Hey read this whenever you are ready and then give me a call"
Well this is that letter. I still have two more that I am going to write for my dad and my brother...
What do I need to add (or remove)? I'm ready to rip the bandaid off but I can't figure out how to do it. 🙁
Dear Mom,
I love you more than the fingers you gave me could ever describe in this letter. There has never been a time in my life when I have doubted your devotion to me as a mother, a friend, or a confidant. With that being said, it is time that I tell you the real reason that [my-wife] and I are getting divorced. I owe an actual explanation to you, to myself, to [my-wife], and (eventually – once he is old enough to understand) to [my-son]. I've been trying to make the words come out for a while now but the time just never manifests itself in the way that I envision.
I'm transgendered. This may come as a shock to you or you may have known it all along. At this point I don't know which is more likely, but I know that you love me and will always be there for me so with that knowledge I ask you to please be here for me now. I'm struggling very hard with this and I need your support. It is not my intention to make you a crutch, and hopefully you don't feel that way but I just want to have someone that I share this with not treat me as if I am a monster. I didn't ask for this and I wish that I could just be the happy heteronormative person that society wanted me to be but I'm not.
I've never felt like much of a man. Desperate to fit into the norms of society, I have tried to fill the role, but I have never succeeded. The strange thing is that it seems easier to continue to live the lie that I have created than to just embrace the actual person that I am. My mind is exhausted from lying to myself and society that I am a man. I'm not a man now and I never was. Before I was born, you were positive that you were having a girl, and 30 years later I am informing you that you were correct. By some ill-fated cynical calamity I was born with the parts of a boy but the mind of a girl. All of my earliest memories are me praying to God to show me that he exists by allowing me to wake up the next morning as a girl. As you probably know, I am not a very strong believer in God these days. I can't help but think that this apparent "non-caring" attitude by a deity led me to deny his existence, but I digress.
There are many questions that I am sure you have, and I hope that I can answer them for you in time. If you are reading this then I have either told you in person or I chickened out and just sent you an email. Regardless, please know that I love you and Dad so much and I don't want this news to encumber you in any way. I don't want for us to grow apart, but I am having a hard time being myself these days because I am too focused on how relationships will change. This ongoing internal struggle has been literally driving me crazy and it is time for me to stop hiding behind this shell that I have created.
The other day when I was asking you about girl names, I was asking you as a daughter to her mother. I need a new name, and I want you and Dad to have a part in that. You say that you want to see me happy, and I know this is hard to understand, but I know this will bring me happiness.
Love,
[Me]