Showing posts with label coming out. Show all posts
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My First Reactions

How did I react when my child came out?
Many may wonder... In fact, it is a question I get a lot.

My kid is a special child in many ways. We have never done the official diagnosis test, but with the instincts of a mom, I knew my kid had Asperger, which is the higher IQ side of the autism spectrum, and the best examples I could think of would be (1) Lauri Love, a British young man that hacked the whole U.S. FBI and DoD websites back in 2012-2013 (see updates on his case here), and (2) Elon Musk (read more on his growing up with Asperger). She became more normal as she grew.

Most autistic people don’t really fit in socially, and this might extend to ideas around gender (gender dysphoria) even though there is not enough statistically reliable evidence (read more on the connection between gender dysphoria and autism). I am a mom that always knew my kid was different, so, I approached the problem that way.

Let's get to the points. Here are the strongest emotions I had when my child came out to me, as subtly as she could be, but as soon as she was approaching her 16th birthday. She had done all the research needed; she knew she could start (hormone) treatment at 16+ (at least in New York State and/ or in the more conventional models - unconventional informed consent model does not require it, see this post), and she knew she would need my support to get it started. 

1. I was shocked because it by then had been a distant concept in my extended family. I have many LGBTQA+ friends but with my own kid, it hit differently. But not too much because my kid had primed me up days and weeks and months leading to that moment.

2. I was sad and extremely worried. Many friends of mine would say "well, it is very common now, you'll be fine". Yes, I sure will be. But, I worried that my kid would be discriminated, would not find love. Beyond that, I was sad my kid might not become a biological parent.

3. I got peace with it completely within just a week or two. My divorce was the rock bottom; everything else is easier. I realized, if my kid was brave enough to embrace this, meaning, facing discrimination, going through physical challenges, then why can't I support her?

4. I grew so much grey hair within 2 months. This was surprising because, like I said, I was overthinking for no more than 2 weeks and after that, it was mainly a lot of research, a lot of education for myself, many phone calls for doctor's appointments. I was not at all in anxiety.

5. I developed guilt months later. As we got more into this new journey and things started, I regreted a lot of things. Such as, why I imposed boyish outfits, boyish hairstyle, even boyish expectations on my kid all these years, and why I did not have the gut to know sooner...

6. I became sensitive and aware of random people around me. My kid said "I just want to pass", meaning, being a girl in all aspects, but mainly the look and the voice. I started seeing transgenders everywhere, and I wanted to compliment their look, but I could not.

7. I broke it out to my social network whenever I could. At the beginning, I actually chose to share it with the most conservative friends I could think of. My rational thinking was, if I could defend my kid against them, everyone else will be so easy. But there are still so many to tell.    

8. I connected with other LGBTQ+ parents. I first focused on transgirl moms because we need the guidance, the tips, and the support. But soon I learned that we are far from alone and there are families within my social network that are going through similar experiences.  

Moms, dads, siblings, thank you for being there for your loved ones.

National Coming Out Day - October 11

National Coming Out Day (NCOD) 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Coming_Out_Day 

This is an annual awareness day that is observed on October 11 to support any LGBT+ member "coming out" of the closet, whether it be to their significant other, their family, their smaller circle of friends, colleagues, or the whole world.

The first NCOD in the United States was in 1988 (marking its 35th anniversary in 2022).  

NCOD Observance is also done in Ireland, Switzerland, the Netherlands, and United Kingdom. 

In the United States, NCOD is sponsored by the Human Rights Campaign with annual themes.

At the very beginning, it was grounded in the feminist and gay/ lesbian liberation spirit and the most basic form of activism being living life as an openly lesbian or gay person. The psychology behind this is that homophobia thrives in an atmosphere of silence and ignorance. People who know they are loved by their family, friends, and colleagues, even after coming out, are far less likely to maintain homophobic or oppressive views.

I do not personally care too much about that psychological explanation. I don't believe all gays and lesbians, and other LGBT+ members, suffer from homophobia. At least my simple child does not, other than some non-believing jokes about moving to Texas with me and being shot in the parking lot (however, for that valid phobia, I am willing to allow her to live with her father in California in her senior year of high school, so that she could have her peace of mind). I also don't believe by coming out, homophobia will go away overnight. It is more complicated than that.

But, as someone who is somewhat free spirited, someone who wants to treat others the way she wants to be treated, I want to be my truest self, I want to hold up my value system (which may overlap but not necessarily identical to other value systems such as the law, culture, or religions). I want the freedom to make my own conscious decisions and take full responsibilities for the consequences, while at the same time making sure I am a contributing member of the society and I am here to marginally make the world a better place.

One of the biggest social transitions we did early on after my kid came out to me was to take her to our local Pride Fest. I was up close and cheering and whistling and waving. I was wearing rainbow all over me. I was a strong ally, basically. But, I was not a member. I knew the euphoria I got was coming from being a good and supportive person, not from being accepted or belonging like the real LGBT+ members feel. My child, shy and worried, hid behind a tree peeking out most of the time, she did not want to be associated with a crazy and loud mom, but, I saw the beaming light in her eyes and the blush cheeks on her face. She was clearly excited, and I, in that moment, knew for sure I must accompany her on this long journey to happiness, and I will fight if I have to.

 


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