I recently came out to most everyone in my friend group, and family.
My friends I chose fantastically...they've all accepted me, started using the correct pronouns, my new name, and have been the most amazing supports for me in this transition.
My family has gone very well I'd say compared to what I normally see or hear about...So I may not have the right to nitpick, or complain at all, but let me explain why I ask real fast.
- My aunt accepted me instantly, told me she'd love me regardless of any change I make, and just to be completely sure before I make life altering decisions. It was the most...heart warming reply I could ever hope for. Moreso...She didn't know what transgender/transsexual was when I came out, I explained it first. Now when I talk to her, she's done research into it, and uses correct terms like transitioning, asks me about my plans with things like HRT, etc. I feel like there's absolutely nothing she could have done that would be more reassuring than what she has done, and it makes me endlessly happy to think about.
- My sister accepted it, and was even pretty happy, because she's had trans feelings before, and although she wont act on them, she and I created a new sort of bond when we were talking about it. (A sort of...repair for us, because our relationship had been pretty rocky.)
- My mother...seems to have reluctantly tolerated it. That's...the nicest way I can describe it.
When I came out, there were puffed out chests, tight pursed lips, tears of exasperation, and furrowed brows greeting me.
Accusations of it being caused by every possible childhood trauma, insisting that I would have a horrific life, greeted by women who wouldn't want me because I wasn't ever going to be a real man, jobs who wouldn't hire me because I was broken and mentally unstable, landlords who wouldn't rent to me because I was as bad as a criminal.
And the statement of a lifetime, that she wishes I had told her sooner, so we could have..."prevented this outcome."
Probably the scariest words to ever be uttered out of the mouth of a christian, a conservative, and...a mother.
I calmed these things, by explaining to her that it's been linked to genetics, and that brain patterns within trans individuals naturally are different, so it wasn't environmental. I explained that today many people are perfectly accepting of trans individuals, that housing and work aren't impossible for us like it once was. That even if I found women or men who didn't want to be with me, that it wasn't the end of the world, because this isn't about who I go to bed with, it's about who I go to bed as.
Through the "Mom I love you, and I need you to be here with me. I'm the same person I've always been, I'll just look different and go by a different name." statements, she put up less of a fight, and began to calm down a bit. She told me I was still welcome to be around her, I wasn't being disowned and she still loved me.
- Now my brother...He's had a hands-off disapproving approach. Told me to do what I want, do as I will, etc. Has made extremely few comments other than those. He still talks to me about the same amount (Which is infrequent, as we live on opposite sides of the planet, and he's very busy running his own business.) and things haven't changed. So I feel as though it's gone significantly better than my mother's reaction, somehow.
And yet, I can't help but wonder if he'll ever come around to accept it.
So I turn to all of you in my community, who may have experienced this. Has reluctant tolerance been the first step to reluctant acceptance, and perhaps someday total acceptance?
I hope to lead by example of feeling and being happy, friendly, and upbeat that I can show them that I'm no different than I ever was. I'm just happier, got a haircut, stocked my closet with better clothing, and decided Tai was the vastly preferable name.
I know no one can predict the outcome and reactions of a person they do not know, but hearing other people's situations would be helpful.