I just wrote the following letter to my sister who ... had been someone I believed I could talk to about these issues, who was safe, and understanding. I was wrong. In Feburary I recieved a letter from her, not only doubting if "Transgender Identity Disorder" really exists, but also suggestioning that I was transitioning to prove some sort of point to people. She raised other concerns as well, claiming that it is sinful to alter your body and all kinds of good stuff. I was shocked when I read it because our conversations, both in person and on the phone had been so rewarding -- I actually considered myself fortunate to have her as a person to talk to.
Now, ugh. I hate feeling all the yuck involved in writing a letter like this! I need to engage in some sort of feel good activity now to shed myself of it's filth. The words were somewhat cathartic, and ultimately truthful. I don't want 'close' relationships with people who are intolerant of me. No more masks. No more illusions. It's not healthy. Still, I feel like I was more direct there than I usually am, but I wonder if perhaps that is the only way that she'll finally get it (if at all). Siiiigh, I still can't believe what I read after all of our conversations.... I thought she was there for me... I was wrong.
As I said in my own journal "Passion blinds. Someone, please pass the yin." I'm just curious if others here have taken this route -- actively removing themselves from negative people before they decide they want nothing to do with you. I dunno, I kinda feel like if a person still wants to talk to you all the time but is intolerant of something so core to your identiy, you're giving yourself over to spiritual death.
Any thoughts?
( A Letter to My Sister (origionally handwritten) )