I had a good text conversation this morning with an old friend. I haven’t talked to her in years like that. I wish I could say it was light banter, but we both had news to give the other. I started by telling her about my parents disowning me in early January. She was quick to understand, because her father disowned her on Christmas Eve last year. She is a transwoman with a lot of trauma from family and others in her past.
We were able to discuss the trauma of the experiences. I told her about my nightmares, and she told me that it reawakened her night terrors.
She said something about her family that struck me as a deep truth. I asked her permission to share it, and here it is:
I used to believe they were doing the best they could with the information they had but I no longer believe that. It is chosen ignorance, bigotry and hatred on their behalf.
I fully understand these two sentences. My parents deliberately chose to disown me. My father deliberately chose to threaten me as a vulnerable teenager. It is willful hatred on his part.
I still experience nightmares, but I’m grateful they are fewer now than in January and February.
I still experience waves of grief. I am glad to say they come further apart now.
My friend is coping as best she can. She also has a good support system. I am so grateful for the excellent people I have around me.
Today is one more day to choose joy. I’m going to play games online with some friends.