https://youtu.be/4QRUrRzIZUwThat my friends came with me on my transition is something I am going to be eternally grateful for. That they extended that acceptance to their children and actively fostered it in them was also more than I’d ever felt able to expect. Certainly more than my own flesh and blood were able to manage.
Although, truth be told, even estrangement from my brothers and nephews is something I understand. The most difficult part being that, particularly with my nephews, it was about protecting them. And not from me as it happens. Just how society can be when you are perceiveably different from the norm. And there is no point pretending it wouldn’t happen, people are people and sometimes they react horribly to difference. And then you can be somewhat guilty by association. And just as prone to jibes about it.
I get why my brother and his partner would seek to shield their sons from all of that side of the world. That “Adam & Eve, Not Adam & Steve” sort of viewpoint about gender and sexuality is still alive and well unfortunately. And this is where one of my greatest fears starts to nip at my heels. My friends’ children are still young enough to perhaps not fully understand what I am or for that to have impacted on them too heavily I hope. But one day someone will make a comment around it and they will have a difficult choice. Because of me.
But I think I’m mentally prepared for when or if that day arrives. I’m going to put my faith in good parenting, hope their acceptance continues through potentially difficult enough teenage years and hold to this notion that “you won’t fool the children of the revolution”. Because they get it already. And for them, people really are just people.