Okay a sad post (which is why there won’t be any colorful fonts..)
So Christmas time right? I know lots of people that felt like Christmas was a bit disappointing or off in goodness/vibes in general but for my situation I had to spend the time with my dad’s parents.
For the backstory, I never really had a good relationship with my dad’s mother (his stepdad/my grandfather I’m okay with since other than being strict he’s never really mistreated me), when I was little she would have me and my siblings dress up, practically everytime we went over to her house to take photos with my grandpa’s camera, and maybe I liked it or at the very least tolerated it for years, but when I became like 8-10 I remember breaking down CRYING trying to tell this woman to stop this, putting me in dresses when I was clearly uncomfortable in them, I can’t remember if she listened to me or not (I’m honestly not sure where my parents were at the time).
Also her husband/my stepfather’s kid they haven’t seen in so long because she makes her kids uncomfortable because one or two of them that are boys like ‘feminine/girl things’ like painting their nails or are trans (I haven’t seen them in so long either) but her kids (she has like 5 of them) also took place in these forced photoshoots, they looked as uncomfortable as me and my siblings did (also my older brother trans so I’m pretty sure he was as dysphoric as me or even more dysphoric as me, cause at that time I didn’t even know I was trans/non-binary.).
But yeah eventually the forced photoshoots stopped, that’s great news right?!? WRONGG!! because for YEARS she sent me presents, basically kidnapped me on random ‘hangouts’ my parents only had knowledge of beforehand (I’m not even joking the woman would take me out ‘for stuff for me to choose’ but I I chose anything REMOTELY LGBTQ+ she would say a flat out no, also she fucking had me see a CHILD HUMAN TRAFFICKING MOVIE when I was like 12-13 that showed me uncomfortable imagery because of course it’s a heavy fucking topic that yeah a minor should be warned about BUT NOT IN THAT WAY. NEVER IN THAT MUCH DETAIL.), and she also wrote me letters (AND ONLY ME, not my older brother, not my younger brother, NOT.even.my.parents. Me.) so yeah that was hella uncomfortable, I tried to make peace and be comfortable but she made it SO hard. The reason she even wrote me so many letters was because she’s pushing her ‘guilt’ onto me because she wasn’t there for my dad when his dad died, she had sent/drove him away to spend time with other family members for awhile. Other than that I’m dad’s first-born, and because my older brother isn’t his, she excludes him so much, I legit have letters that she’ll say she ‘loves’ me and my little brother, and purposely excludes my older brother. Also yeah my DEADNAME is basically a female version of my DEAD grandfather’s name. I know he was a nice man and all but I’m NOT him, or something of his to remember.
I’ve TRIED to reason with her, I’ve ghosted her until my parents convinced me to contact her, which I did and told her EXACTLY EVERYTHING I’ve rehearsed in my head every.single.time.she’d.hurt.me (emotionally and mentally), how she treats me like shit. How she doesn’t respect me. How she doesn’t respect my pronouns. How she doesn’t respect my chosen name. How she doesn’t fucking care about MY choices and how shitty it makes me feel every fucking time I’ve had to hear her refer to me as a female for the 1000th time in my fucking life along with one of her sisters and some family. That calling me [DEADNAME]-girl is FUCKING TRIGGERING. That if she dares feel sad reading what I wrote, that she causes me that pain TENFOLD.
And you know what she said after that. “That makes me sad.”…
I couldn’t even go to my bed-ridden dying great grandma’s house. I couldn’t go inside without crying not only from that but her and some of the other family members calling me that name. ALWAYS using female pronouns, and repeating them PURPOSELY, everytime I went there I could only have the stomach to wait outside back of the house, no matter how cold it was or how I felt, NOTHING was as bad as that shitty feeling.
I regret not telling my great grandmother how thankful I was to her though, thankful for letting my family in her house, thankful for letting me and my siblings grow up in her house and along with our cousins, thankful for her always taking care of her grandkids and great grandchildren, thankful for always being there for my little brother who'd always chatted and took care of her, and thankful for all the memories she had made and let us make while in her care.
So, yeah, first Christmas without her, pretty shitty already. I had to spend time at my dads moms house, for two whole days along with that one sister of hers that makes me uncomfortable with her, I couldn’t even spend time with my moms parents (my favorite grandparents that may not use the right pronouns or name but still love me as a person and sparingly uses them both), we couldn’t see them because my dads mothers house was already closer and she’d asked my parents first to begin with, also my parents has to work the next few days and shit that honestly we could’ve worked around, if we had time to spend a whole other day there we should’ve had time to go see my mothers parents, that actually have a nice family that were beyond bummed by my family not being there. It just sucks.
Other than ranting because I’ve never ever had a chance to VENTT about this woman, the reason why I made this post is because they (her and some family including her sister) showed up at my house (with a heads up but still) I felt so uncomfortable having them here, I hate how after everything I said to her, she STILL talks to me the same (granted she doesn’t send me letters or random presents that aren’t even of my interests).
I still can’t just let it go. My parents let her here, they let her talk to me that way, I’ve come out to them (kinda) and they know she makes me uncomfortable for what she says. She showed them the texts I sent her, her trying to rat me out, they even had a meeting and my parents took my side. And they still let her make me feel like shit because “she’s not used to this stuff”. No. Her attitude and disrespect doesn’t come from a misunderstanding. A CHILD could tell that what she’s doing is mean and bully behavior. She deliberately doesn’t try to understand. She HATES me as a person and only ever saw me as someone to control, spend forced time with, and waste money on things I didn’t even like or need JUST because she felt bad for herself, felt like she needed someone to replace whatever time she lost with my dad, felt me (a person born female, my dads first child, named after her DEAD HUSBAND..) felt like the perrrffect target.
But yeah she’s here or was here by the end of writing this, her and her alike thinking sister are already gone from my house. I hope so at least.
I’ve definitely ignored some responsibilities but seeing as my parents didn’t care for this I’m sure they’ll take the blame this time.
But yes, I just wanted to scream and cry and ugly cry into a ball on a couch or bed this whole time. I even wondered if drastically changing my appearance to be more ‘masculine like’, change my hair, or even try going on testosterone would help her, for people and my family for me to stop thinking that way about me- to pass more ‘Manley’ to stop the pain of being repressed and SHOVED back into the closet just for FINALLY being comfortable being more feminine, from trying to heal the ‘trauma’ of her forcing me into dresses and skirts and constantly being miserable and misgendered.
It felt like I was being erased. Being forced under a weight that feels like no matter how I present myself, people will always see my birth gender as me. That I’ll have to change myself completely to the standard stereotype of ‘dressing trans’ and go on testosterone JUST to make people question my gender, my existence, and hope they get the context clues or not be a bitch to get the hint that I’m not a female.