My therapist Christine and my best friend Chad offered some suggestions resulting in a slight alteration of my letter to my Mum (which I’ll post here soon). I’m impatient for the opportunity to share it with her. I realize that she may react…well, any number of ways, but I am confident that it will turn out well in the end.
After working on the letter, it occurred to me that I wasn’t sure how “male” I have come across to my family over the last 20 years. So, I rummaged through the few photos I have of myself since I was a wee one, and found that I was consistently boyish/mannish with one consistent exception – when my mother managed to dress me up for some family holiday occasion. Oh, if you could have been there! The kicking and screaming…literally…(grin).
In any case, I realized that these photos are very encouraging to me. I’m only twenty-nine years old, so I don’t have a great deal of history. Looking at a photo from 2001 (taken on Space Mountain, with coworkers) where I am unidentifiable as female is greatly satisfying. Seeing a picture of myself working on my first bike with my dad, in jeans, a baseball cap and leather work boots, is affirming. It’s as if the too-often-negative past is reaching forward, patting my shoulder and saying “Yes, young one; you’ve always been this way. I know.”
Crazy, eh?
– TTG