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mama_kestrel) wrote2018-04-18 05:29 pm
mama_kestrel) wrote2018-04-18 05:29 pm
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The Next Thing
I sent a text message earlier, as I'm still bubbling from the weekend. It said simply "My girl's home. SQUEEE!" I got hearts back. Then the phone rang.
"Mama, are you sitting down?"
"Yeah, what's up sweetie?"
"Um, er, don't be upset..."
"When was the last time I got mad?"
"Um...when I didn't tell you B was hitting me?"
"Right. And then I was mad at him, not at you. So stop worrying. What is it?"
"Um...not your girl. Your boy. I'm trans."
"Oh, okay. So...my son's home! Squeeee!"
Silence. Then "That's it?"
"Not quite. Love you. Be patient while I retrain my speech patterns. Let me know when you want to do a legal name change."
"Love you, Mama." It was barely a whisper. I think he was crying.
I called his older sister. And indeed, I had guessed correctly. He'd told his birth mom, and it had not gone well. I know his birth mother is mentally ill (seriously, diagnosed), but that doesn't excuse the damage she has done and continues to do. We agreed sometime ago that it would be best if I never met the woman under uncontrolled circumstances, lest I tell her in no uncertain terms what I think. Words are my principal weapon, and I'm not sure I'd manage to nerf the blows.
Annnd...I've just gone back through and corrected about half my pronouns. So that's my next project. No big deal. It's in the Mama contract, right?
"Mama, are you sitting down?"
"Yeah, what's up sweetie?"
"Um, er, don't be upset..."
"When was the last time I got mad?"
"Um...when I didn't tell you B was hitting me?"
"Right. And then I was mad at him, not at you. So stop worrying. What is it?"
"Um...not your girl. Your boy. I'm trans."
"Oh, okay. So...my son's home! Squeeee!"
Silence. Then "That's it?"
"Not quite. Love you. Be patient while I retrain my speech patterns. Let me know when you want to do a legal name change."
"Love you, Mama." It was barely a whisper. I think he was crying.
I called his older sister. And indeed, I had guessed correctly. He'd told his birth mom, and it had not gone well. I know his birth mother is mentally ill (seriously, diagnosed), but that doesn't excuse the damage she has done and continues to do. We agreed sometime ago that it would be best if I never met the woman under uncontrolled circumstances, lest I tell her in no uncertain terms what I think. Words are my principal weapon, and I'm not sure I'd manage to nerf the blows.
Annnd...I've just gone back through and corrected about half my pronouns. So that's my next project. No big deal. It's in the Mama contract, right?
Mazel Tov!
Congratulations on your beautiful son!
Tell him that a random internet stranger wishes him the very best. (Laugh) And then hug him again.
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