So, excuse me for rambling a bit. Anyways, to set some back story I came out about my gender identity to my sister almost two weeks ago. She lives in another state where she's very active with... well... activism in a variety of progressive causes including transgender issues. So, needless to say my sister has been awesomely accepting and I've made plans to go down and visit her early next month.
I was originally going to tell my mom last Friday. However, one of my darling children needed to have a lego surgically removed from his bronchial tube (only my kids would inhale legos!). So, I had to postpone that talk until today.
I opened up the conversion with mom by mentioning my plans to visit my sister. This prompted my mom to recount the experiences of her last visit, which included playing boardgames with two trans women my sister is friends with and attending a PFLAG fundraiser. While you'd think this would be the perfect opening, in actuality while she was telling me this I suddenly had the worst fear: "OMG! What if she says something terrible about the trans people she met! How would I ever be able to tell her then!"
Thankfully my mom had nothing but nice things to say about the people she met. One thing I recall her saying was something along the lines of how they must really feel the way they do to go through the whole process of transition. She also talked a bit about being embarrassed about accidentally misgendering them... it was obvious that she really wanted to treat them with respect.
So, eventually it came time for me to tell her my news, and I just kind of blurted it out. Her reply was, "So, I have two daughters."
I also pointed out that she was going to be 0 for 2 when it comes to naming children (my sister changed her name for different reasons), and that set her off to pondering about whether she's going to change her will again when I get my change... lol
Having now told my wife, my sister and my mother; only my kids are left out of the people I actually care about (well, okay my wife's sister's opinion matters to me, too, but I let my wife tell her and she appears to be accepting of it). I have some extended family on my dad's side, other people in my wife's family's and some acquaintances, but nobody I'd really miss if I never talked to them again.
Anyways, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world having the people that matter most to me be so accepting of me.
