Last friday I went to the youth group again and my mum was with me. She talked to one of the advisers and to the parents of a trans*girl. And now she is finally trying to call me with my new name and use male pronouns!
I also met a really nice trans*girl there and we are now writing on Facebook often. I can talk to her about our whole situation eventhough it's not really the
same because she's MTF and I am FTM, but still: The struggle and the self-hate is the same.
Tomorrow I will see her again at the group!
:)
And I will definitely ask her if she wants to be my transition-twin.
:D
Also, a friend will come with me (not my best friend - but she wants to come with me sometime, too; after her exams) - actually two friends wanted to come, but the other one will go to her football training.
And before we go to the
mhc (the café/bar where the youth group takes place) we will go into the city to buy me some "fancy" clothes, because I always go to parties in sweatshirts... :D
(And I still need a swiming shirt and and shorts - the trip is in two weeks. Fuck!!!)
Unfortnately I failed miserabely in trying to tell my grandparents that I'm trans*. I have to do it another time.
But: I finally told my father. I wrote a letter (again). But now he thinks I don't trust him enough because I haven't told him earlier.
What the fuck? That's
not about trusting! That's about my fucking
anxiety and him being
depressed and
autistic. Besides he is one of the first persons that know about it?!
Last night he wrote an e-mail (
0:14am), but I'm not going to call him after that! Also he adressed me with "Liebe ... " (German for "dear" in the female version...) -
thanks!
But at least he's tolerant about the trans* thing. He just said he needed some time - which is understandable.
But still: Accusing me of not trusting him is
not okay and I'm
really disappointed.