Not much of a prodigal.
I have written about this subject briefly before, but I could not return to the subject because my family had presumably found this blog before I fled their house. I cannot remain silent any longer. I do not care who sees this. It deserves to be seen, particularly by the people who caused this. It is a lesson to those who choose to serve bigoted religions over their own loved ones. I do admit to sounding slightly bitter here, but I cannot help it. I am still infuriated by this.
For several years, I lived with my parents, who were fundamentalist, conservative Christians. I would not compare them to Fred Phelps, but their views were similar to those of James Dobson, and the difference between these men’s views on homosexuals is a matter of degree, rather than a clear ideological difference. They do not believe that homosexuality and bisexuality are valid sexual orientations, or that transgenderism exists as an actual medical condition. To them, both are frivolous choices, regardless of what the medical and psychiatric community actually say about both homosexuality and transgenderism.
In May of 2006, when I was nearly twenty, their difficulty understanding why I could not do certain things led them to interrogate me about why I could not do those things, and I was forced to come out as transgender. Their reaction was unfavourable, telling me that they ‘loved the person on the birth certificate, [repudiated birth name]’, and that their God was not inclusive.
That was particularly cruel, especially since I had vocalised my distaste for my given name multiple times. If I do not like it, I do not like it. They did not know me when they gave it to me, and I believe I know myself well enough to know that it does not suit me, even if I were NOT transgender. These days, I cannot (not simply do not like to, CANNOT) use that name any more without panicking. Good going. That is what happens when you try to police others’ identities. They end up being repudiated at some point.
I was mocked, ridiculed and preached to. I was spoken to in a derisive tone the entire time. They told me that it was others’ ‘job’ to accept me, and that I only appreciated my friends because they told me how ‘great and intelligent’ I was. (My friends think favourably of me? I did not know that was a bad thing! Perhaps they would approve of them if they thought that I was stupid and not very kind.) They dismissed my gender dysphoria, which has been present since my childhood, as ‘confusion’ and a mere ‘choice’. I would not choose to be transgender. It is painful when your body does not match your preception of yourself. It is not the sort of thing one chooses on a whim. I would not choose such a thing whilst living with THEM, either, with their bigoted attitudes. Considering their attitudes towards my introspection before that, I should actually not be surprised, but that does not mean that I am not hurt.
Are not parents supposed to love their children unconditionally? If this is supposed to be unconditional love, I could not — and cannot — accept it. Unconditional love does not discriminate, and this is what my parents did. I was crushed. If my own immediate family are not able to accept me for who I am, who can? I was in tears for several days. Even now, I cannot stop myself from crying about it at times, even though the event was two years ago. I am crying a little right now, actually, as I type this.
I would have killed myself were I unable to escape my parents’ house, actually. I could not live with people who systematically denied some of the most important facets of my entire existence. Nor could I live in constant denial of who I was.
Their behaviour, both regarding my gender identity and other unrelated factors, caused me to leave home rather unprepared for independent life, and as a result, I have experienced unstable housing situations and verbal and psychological abuse at the hands of some of my housemates. I do not think that I am incompetent, but I should not have felt forced to make such a decision. (I cannot forget that they would have thrown me out had I not met certain demands of theirs, either, regardless of how much preparation they required. Said demands would also be dependent on the local economy. Such magnanimity.) Regardless of how competent one is, one cannot establish oneself when one is forced to be hasty. I should have had more time to plan, but when you are in an environment in which you are constantly being suppressed and invalidated, you cannot always think of the future. You are forced to think of the here and now, even when you would rather make more reasoned decisions. It is daily reality for me, but I would like it not to be so. I have never had the freedom to be able to sit down and make decisions for myself. I have always been under some of pressure to conform to others’ demands. Once you come of age, that should not happen, at least not to the extent that it has happened to me.
I have many dreams, and many goals. I feel that I cannot pursue them right now, thanks to this infinite loop that I have entered thanks to my need for a hasty escape. Is this what they wanted for me? I cannot imagine that it is.
You simply cannot win.
Regardless of my difficult experiences away from them, I still cannot speak to those who once called themselves my ‘family’. My heart has been broken, and I feel that I cannot forgive them unless they decide that it is all right for me to be who I am, rather than what they would make me be. I do not hate them, but I must say that I am angry and dismayed by their actions. I withdrew because I was hurt, not because of hatred. It is a natural response, I think.
To Mother and Father:
If you are reading this, please heed my words. I cannot tell you how much it hurts for me to write this. I am frightened that you will ridicule me. I hope that you can see this, actually. Is it really worth it for you to serve a God that severs families, breaks hearts and promotes hatred? I do not even condemn Christianity; it is the god of Christian fundamentalists whom I cannot worship or believe in. I am fully aware that fundamentalist Christianity says explicity that it can sever families. Is this really what you WANT? Is this really RIGHT? Please think about this objectively, for your own sakes.
–Not the ‘person on the birth certificate’, and therefore someone my parents apparently do not love.