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How to support your adult loved one when they come out as trans:
Since you’ve found this essay, it can only be assumed that you are looking for guidance in how to support this person. You may be afraid of messing up- either because you care about harming this person, or because you don’t want to embarrass yourself. The safest thing you can do is show them you care about them, you trust that they know what’s best, and that you’re along for the ride.
1. Own up to your first reaction
Let’s assume this loved one came out to you during an in-person visit. You probably didn’t react perfectly. But that’s okay. You may have even said the dreaded “you’re my daughter and I’ll always love you” to your trans child that no longer identifies as a woman.
They may want to discuss your reaction at a later date. Own up to any mistakes that you made, and understand that what they remember from the interaction was probably more accurate, as it’s about their life and identity.
2. Show them that you still want to be as or more involved in their lives.
One of the biggest fears a newly out trans person might have is that they will lose loved ones in the process. Not only does this change someone’s view of an important relationship, it means they have less support. Before their visit ends, make sure that you’ve made plans to see them again sometime soon. The more time you spend together, the easier new names, pronouns, and terms will be.
When making plans with them use their name in follow-up and confirmation texts, and ask if there are any safety concerns they will need addressed. Knowing that someone is also thinking about their safety can help them know you care about them.
3. Practice their name and pronouns.
Usually, when someone comes out, they will want someone to use a different name, pronouns, and terms for them than they used previously. A frequent response to this is “I’ve always called you X, it’s too hard for me to call you Y, and I’m not going to worry about it,”. That’s not your call to make, and shows the person that you are not willing to change your behavior for their well-being.
One way to practice a new name or pronouns for someone is to talk about them to someone who is aware of the transition, or to write stories about them. It helps to connect “person” with “name” and “realistic situation”.
For example: “I think Sadie plans to visit the Grand Canyon this summer. I wonder if she’s ever seen a canyon before. She may have to borrow some camping equipment.” This sentence doesn’t have to be true, but gives us an opportunity to practice speaking without the embarrassment of being corrected.
4. Learn how to be corrected.
You may have this preconceived notion that trans people love to correct cis people. Most of us actually hate it, as it draws more attention to us and can lead to arguments. A short “thank you,” after being corrected shows that you won’t make it our problem.
5. Do your own research.
There’s an abundance of online resources about gender identity, and the history of trans people in our society. Seek out resources from trans writers, researchers, and doctors for more accurate information; as many websites marketed to the family members of trans people share misinformation.
Ask your loved one what news sources they like, and maybe even follow some of their favorite trans celebrities on social media to normalize seeing celebrated trans people.
6. Understand that things may change.
Your loved one may start wearing clothes that you aren’t used to, may have different life goals, and may change their opinions on things that you thought were set in stone.
When I came out to my parents, I told them that I would never pursue a medical transition, and now I’m six months on hormone replacement therapy. I said I wanted to have biological kids, but now I want to foster teens instead. What I thought was best for me changed. And that’s okay. You’re just along for the ride.
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Funny things; the things that follow you through life. The things that make you, you. Your body changes, your thoughts change, your voice changes. Your kindness changes form, curves a new path around your ancient pillars of values. We allow ourselves to love. We allow ourselves to cry. We learn new routines. We form the habit of ripping ourselves open to feel the sin, and mending the edges to preserve its warmth. We allow ourselves to be comfortable with the person looking back at us. To accept your neighbor is to accept yourself.
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Bridgette felt the lightning flow from her heart to her extremities as her heart began to beat. Slow. Mechanical. Cold.
She felt the crushed velvet under her fingers, lining the coffin. The upholstery nails around the opening were cold, antique gold. She couldn’t see them from the inside, but could feel the smooth round rivets under her thumb. Gold is as close to the sun as she can get. Between the lining of her coffin and the thick, black wood was soil from her childhood home in Boston, Massachusetts, densely packed into clay and baked into a thin brick.
Bridgette shook out her limbs and pushed open the coffin door, stepping out from the angular box and letting her feet touch the cold hardwood. Jonah had a contractor fix the squeaky floorboards last year. When Bridgette told Jonah that she can hear *every* step in the house when she sleeps, and she’d like to give him some semblance of privacy as he moves throughout the large Victorian house, he was more than happy to oblige.
He was cooking downstairs. Funny enough, while her other senses heightened, her sense of smell dulled. She can only smell blood or the bitter, floral scent of death, and Jonah is a vegetarian. It was his heartbeat and the sound of the frying tofu that gave it away.
Bridgette slipped on her soft, worn bathrobe and slippers and headed downstairs, tying her hair up in a messy bun. She opened the curtains in the stair well, her body always woke her up naturally when the sun was setting. The college kids were wandering home, riding secondhand bikes, planning their drink-filled evenings. She remembered the days where she convinced herself she could do classes before noon. She’d drink a few cups of coffee right before dawn to override her natural sleep pattern, put on a hoodie, sweats, and sunglasses, and dragged herself to class.
When she was under the safety of the florescent lights, she could take off her hood and convince any professor or GTA she was another hungover student. That was the good ole 90’s. It’s so much easier to take classes in the evening now. Soon, she would be finishing her thesis on colonization and the erasure of the spiritual and supernatural. Time to finally get that third PhD.
why is “olde vampires in high school” the big thing and not “olde vampires in college”
everyone in college is eccentric. everyone
you wanna wear full on Victorian suit? the girl in pajamas who clearly hasn’t slept in three days supports you
everyone is too preoccupied to care as long as you’re polite and follow class etiquette
multiple high school diplomas? eh. same stuff. multiple BAs? Enjoy learning chemistry AND art history! All in detail!
wandering around campus at 3am? that’s just the lifestyle tm
no matter how old or young you look it’s not really that weird, there’s sixteen year olds and sixty year olds doing BAs somewhere
big schools are very anonymous so nobody’s gonna bother to hassle you
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A 30-something woman who seems to be collecting degrees, writing a thesis on colonization and the erasure of the supernatural, clad in dark academia clothing
The eerily sexy night janitor with long hair that has all the secrets to the campus and happens to work in EVERY building simultaneously
The sorority girl who everyone assumes is another hungover rich kid, but she earned all of her money in the 70’s and just wants to have the “ultimate college experience”
The 50-something teacher who shows up late and says he was late because they were taking care of their kid. Little does everyone know his kid is 80 and in a nursing home.
They hold their support group every Tuesday night at the college bar.
why is “olde vampires in high school” the big thing and not “olde vampires in college”
everyone in college is eccentric. everyone
you wanna wear full on Victorian suit? the girl in pajamas who clearly hasn’t slept in three days supports you
everyone is too preoccupied to care as long as you’re polite and follow class etiquette
multiple high school diplomas? eh. same stuff. multiple BAs? Enjoy learning chemistry AND art history! All in detail!
wandering around campus at 3am? that’s just the lifestyle tm
no matter how old or young you look it’s not really that weird, there’s sixteen year olds and sixty year olds doing BAs somewhere
big schools are very anonymous so nobody’s gonna bother to hassle you
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Has/Is anyone played/playing Control and is willing to gush about it with me?
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Had a dream last night that I proposed to my bf! Let’s see how long I last until proposing to him now that this can of worms have been broken
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I worked as a cashier in a college town and people would assume I was in school and ask my major. They had the exact same response “do they teach you about fake news in school?”
Do they teach you how to actually differentiate biased vs. unbiased news in the conservative factory?
my favorite part about being a journalism major is that I can immediately tell if someone is republican or democrat because when people ask me about my major the democrats are always like omg that's so cool!!! do you know what field you want to go into? and the republicans just like, look at me disappointedly and be like, hmm I don't like the media much but I'm sure you'll be unbias.
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reblog if ur bi, ur not biphobic, or ur best friend is a beautiful valid bisexual
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Can we support him please?!
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Reblog if its ok to message you during this holiday season incase Im feeling lonely or out of place during family events because no one should be alone on Christmas
Anytime, any day, no matter the holiday you celebrate or not. I’m here, not just around the holidays ❤️
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Coming to the conclusion that I am gender non-conforming is very difficult.
As someone with a partner who is a trans man, and has non-binary friends, I can’t help but feel that I am both similar and dissimilar to them.
I’m a fat woman who has always felt out of place in my gender. When I was 16, I was thin but muscly. When I gained weight, I found a lot of people judged me harsher than they would if I was male. Sometimes I fantasized about being a boy or someone with a beard, because then being big wouldn’t be a bad thing.
I cut my hair short every few years and reveled in it, while my peers told me I’d regret it. I wore boyish clothes, but I also wore very feminine dresses, lipstick, and push up bras.
Coming out as bi changed a lot about my gender expression. I tried to lean more towards androgynous clothing to attract women, and stopped trying to appeal to men. I eventually met my boyfriend, who complimented my muscles, height, and curves. I started to lean into this more and wore what I felt like, instead of dressing how I thought he’d like me to. As a result, I wear feminine or masculine clothing depending on my mood.
After a long talk with my partner, I feel like gender non-conforming is the best descriptor for me. I have a gender, but I am not restricted by it, and I don’t have to fit other’s ideas of that gender.
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I live here!
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Lawrence, KS
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GUYS READ ALL OF THIS PLEASE PLEASE PL–
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So I think I might be bi? But if I am it changes almost nothing about my life because I am happily and monogamously married. But if it doesn't really matter, why do I have so many feelings about it???? Anyways, I am asking you because it seems like there is a 50/50 chance of a delightful and pithy answer or a picture of a bird as an answer.
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parents who tell their daughters they are ugly are bad parents
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