Unfortunately, a really big issue the majority of trans people have to face is losing loved ones because of their transition. Thankfully, I haven't had to deal with a lot of that.
When I first came out, a few of my family members send me messages and letters showing their support and reassuring me that I'm still loved and accepted. I urge anybody with a trans family member to do this. It's never too late.
I still have absolutely no idea what a few family members think of me and my transition and although I'd love to know, perhaps they've stayed silent for a reason and I respect that.
Although it wasn't completely directly to do with my transition, I did lose two very important close family members. I was told that due to my transition I was not allowed contact with a family member and because of this I told another that I no longer wanted them in my life. I refuse to feel guilty for who I am.
It still hurts, but I spent most of my teen years being bullied by that side of the family and I don't need toxic people in my life, I've fought to hard to get to where I am now.
As always, there is a positive to this situation. It has taught me a lot, mainly to do with becoming a parent. Being supposedly infertile and unable to have children of my own, I love the idea of adoption. What losing certain family members has taught me is that it wouldn't matter if they were related to me, my children will be my children and they will come first.
When I become a dad, I'll be a dad for the rest of my life, not for a few years until something else comes along.
Today has been a sad day, but I'm feeling pretty body positive and I'm wearing my new happy top (it has rainbows and stuff on it)
Happy birthday, George.
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