Jun 06, 2010 09:23
December 26 2008 I realised, after much discussion with the most anti-trans person I know, that I had to transition.
January 14 2009 I changed my name.
January 16 2009 my mother died, and my dad was taken to hospital with a kidney infection.
Since then proceeding with transition, or indeed being known by the name I want to be, has become impossible, as I have to arrange for my father to be looked after. My cousin has intimated that my looking male is sufficient evidence of mental illness that it's no wonder my dad's psychiatrist and social workers want him to be placed under "guardianship" which means they can dictate where he lives and who he lives with (i.e. anyone but me).
To say that I'm rather at the end of my tether would be an extreme understatement. I'm sacrificing my own happiness for someone else's, and even that isn't enough. And to add insult to injury, my father is refusing to speak to me now, because I'm trying to be the responsible one and doing things for his own good, but that he doesn't want.
One day I'll get back to transitioning .... I hope.