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I would like to share a story. It’s not very happy. Its not anything fun or joyous. But it is the closing chapter of a part of my life.
This Mother’s Day I forgave my mom. Why? Well honestly it was for nothing. And everything all at once. It was for trying and failing. It was for never understanding. It was for creating anger and animosity. It was for never accepting me. And it was for all of the awful things as well.
My life was good. At least from the outside. But from when I was 8 years old I wanted to transition. In a time when being trans was something closer to a nightmare rather than a medical condition, i tried to come out and get the help I needed. I didn’t get it. I got some form of conversion therapy that only made things for me worse and worse. 30 years later and a good 500 hours of therapy I finally found myself and the courage to admit who that was. And I did what I should have done way back then. But I lost my mom. And that whole piece of my family too.
As I’m sure you can imagine this wasn’t easy. I questioned how it’s possible. I wondered if what I was doing was wrong. I hated myself for not being able to help them when my step dad was sick. But it’s what she wanted. It’s what she said she needed. So I left. I stopped trying. I gave up. But I hated her for it.
But over the last year I have emerged. This new happy healthy inspiring motivated woman that’s been lost for 3 decades is finally coming out. And along this path I’ve learned a few things. Like that all my parents did to me when I was a kid was what they thought was best for me. Like that not all people are created equal and we need to accept all people simply for who they are. Like the fact that just because someone is your mom, doesn’t mean they are perfect.
My mom isn’t perfect. She is just her. And she did her best. No matter that it was mostly all wrong. No matter that it ultimately hurt me way more than helped me. It was all done out of love. And Sheila loved Michael. But Michael is gone. And Kirsten is free. And it’s okay that she can’t deal with that. Its okay that she dislikes Kirsten. It’s okay that I am not her child. It’s okay that this relationship is over. And for all of these reasons I had to forgive her. It’s who she is. And I choose to accept her for who she is.
I will probably never see my mother again. I will most likely never speak with her either. I get the feeling that most of her siblings share her feelings when it comes to me. But not all. And I love that I still can have some connection to that piece of my life. Truly I do. But I can’t expect any more that that. And I’m okay with it. I can finally move on with no ill will.
So why share this? Well two reasons. First is a selfish reason. For myself. To see this story in print. To share this pain and release it forever. To feel free of the emotions it carries.
But also to maybe help someone else see another viewpoint of a situation they may be in. No matter what side you are on. No matter how awful things have been. We all need to accept and move on. Because nobody is perfect. We are all just ourselves. Take it or leave it.
So love yourself and those around you for who they ARE and not who you WANT them to be. Be unique. Be awesome. Be everything and anything you want to be. LOVE yourself.
Thank you. ❤️❤️
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