Catching up and picking myself up off the streets
Well pooka fans, I'm back online again, in the Valley on a Sunday afternoon. The past few weeks have been filled with endoscopies, hospitalisation, misery, and streeties crashing on my floor. Never the less, I have finally gotten over the bulk of this stupid crippling crap that my body (and maybe my mind, so say the doctors)has been throwing at me.
My big challenges have been...
* Getting back into a pattern of eating properly again after dealing with a tummy bug that made me throw up everything I put in my mouth (and I do mean everything...eww grotty)
* Dealing with my Mother and family who, even after three years of living as a womyn, can not allow me to make my own decisions regarding my life or accepting those decisions.
This second point came to a head last Thursday night when my mum called me and tried valiantly to 'convert me back'. This is getting to be a tired conversation with her as she thinks that all the misery and negativity in my life has blame placed on my transition. Not that I'm getting over a long term relationship or feeling bodily sick (and I'm a real sook when I'm crook)...hell no, it's the decision I made with guidance by mental specialists that I want to be a womyn that is making my life a living hell. She collects snippets of factoids from people that are not in the field or converted back because they couldn't handle the change. I have handed her information, books, phone numbers to specialist counselors, anything to give her the real story. Being the ignorant people my family are, however, she is too frightened to even open the phamplets to find out the truth. It drives me to tears and really want to have a big intervention with my family forcing them to take the information.
Truely what I should do is walk away, but I can not do that, so I continue on trying to help the neanderthal trogldytes until they get it right and the monkies bang the rocks together.
My big challenges have been...
* Getting back into a pattern of eating properly again after dealing with a tummy bug that made me throw up everything I put in my mouth (and I do mean everything...eww grotty)
* Dealing with my Mother and family who, even after three years of living as a womyn, can not allow me to make my own decisions regarding my life or accepting those decisions.
This second point came to a head last Thursday night when my mum called me and tried valiantly to 'convert me back'. This is getting to be a tired conversation with her as she thinks that all the misery and negativity in my life has blame placed on my transition. Not that I'm getting over a long term relationship or feeling bodily sick (and I'm a real sook when I'm crook)...hell no, it's the decision I made with guidance by mental specialists that I want to be a womyn that is making my life a living hell. She collects snippets of factoids from people that are not in the field or converted back because they couldn't handle the change. I have handed her information, books, phone numbers to specialist counselors, anything to give her the real story. Being the ignorant people my family are, however, she is too frightened to even open the phamplets to find out the truth. It drives me to tears and really want to have a big intervention with my family forcing them to take the information.
Truely what I should do is walk away, but I can not do that, so I continue on trying to help the neanderthal trogldytes until they get it right and the monkies bang the rocks together.