The first letter is one TO my older biological sister.
She had remained persistent about randomly communicating rants about her no-good husband and eldest daughter who is married to someone who is either in or out of jail.
Not once has a “How are you doing?” “How can I help?” Or what I would have preferred from a sibling (Ahem)..is someone to scream at the top of their lungs at the bastard who attacked me, biological brother who was not my choice for what genetic material he encompasses.So here is the dialog.
What am I going to say in an email that texting doesn’t allow me to do?
Since having come out as a transgender woman, I have felt a lack of support from you. I am really indifferent to having you participate in my life because of this. Since the time when Brett attacked me, the rest of my world has continued to evolve. At that time I really needed open support and care – basically an ally. I did not find that in you.At a time when I was most vulnerable, that hurt me deeply.Moving away from Arkansas, I have at least been able to shed geographically the physical proximity of what was most harmful to me. Eventually I have found nurturing, positive reinforcement of my beliefs and principles in open minded friends.
I wish I could have found it in you.
I am not comfortable with being a person who just is someone to talk to because you need to vent about your life. Doesn’t anything good ever happen to you? Has nothing positive ever happened you can talk tome about? I feel like you are not openly supportive of me to our family and the world and that upsets me.
I have adopted an attitude traditionally held by survivors of the Shoah: “Never again!” That means I do not perpetuate things that are ill or are toxic to me. I don’t have to tolerate anything I don’t want to. Much of the Jewish Holocaust was carried out because neighbors didn’t question, nor speak out, or help when their neighbors and friends were being hauled away to the camps.I am not responsible for for Brett beating me. I don’t speak to Larry either because he was never supportive of anything long before my transition. He is where Brett’s attitude originates from. You openly support Brett.So that’s why I really question even talking to you.
I get to edit my life and keep the all good stuff. Loving supportive people that ask for help, offer a kind ear, nurture a wound or two. I get whatever time I am allotted to enjoy in my life. I would love you to be a openly supportive and nurturing part of my life but it doesn’t seem like you want that.
By keeping all the good stuff, I mean I don’t share my loves with those who do not love and have a basic ignorance for the attacker/attackee retationship.
It is 5 years since the attack. No pologies, no effort.
Hmmm. I’m sorry you feel I haven’t been supportive of your transformation. I’m not quite sure what you mean about not being supportive. I have only expressed concerns about you making this permanent before you are really ready and that’s what friends do. They don’t blow your dress in the air, they give you honesty and caring. And they don’t run off without a good-bye.
As far as Brett goes, I have talked to him about that situation and I believe him to be sorry(1) for the way he went about handling things. I have heard it from him that he wished he could go back and do that over. People tend to revert to their primitive brain when they are under stress(2). He loved you as his brother for many years – scaring off bullies, etc. I’m sorry you aren’t able to find forgiveness and understanding to those you feel have wronged you. That’s too bad. Because it can bring alot of peace to your life, without turning to people that only provide “lip service”. Sibling creed: Love hard, fight hard(3).
Now for Dad. We talked the other day about the situation with you. He said he loves you “my son, my daughter”, whatever you want to be. He’s sorry he couldn’t say it(1). But I say go ahead and give him the “old dog, new tricks” card. Dad needed time to grow up too.
You have had time to change things in your life. You didn’t just jump put of bed one day and get plastic surgery done and all the other stuff that this kind of thing entails. Your family has called you son and brother, since the day you were born and it takes a while to make that switch. And if you can’t have patience with your family, it’s a good thing you moved instead of allowing them time to get used to the idea. Its also true you can make up your own story, but my brother, B(identity), is part of your story, whether you want to acknowledge he ever existed, that’s up to you. Hell, John’s nephew was called “Graham” for years and decided to go by “Dylan” – I still call him Graham from time to time, but for most of his life, that’s what he went by. That’s just a fact. He doesn’t get offended by it. He knows who he is. His “new” friends call him Dylan because that’s all they have known him to be. He’s still “Graham Dylan” to me. I really don’t see him often enough to get used to calling him “Dylan”. He will probably live with my slipping up the once every couple years when I see him. His wife is a pediatrician in Tennessee. I think he’ll be okay.
And btw, I try to share good things with you. You are too busy or too bitter to correspond so that’s why you don’t hear as much of that from me. Perhaps you might think of the conversations we have had…the only “good” thing I’ve heard from you is about your tattoo status. It’s always about you. Always. When I start to talk, you have to go. And you don’t have NEAR the responsibilities that I have. Not to your children or anyone else. But God loves me. He made me. And so do my kids +1(4).
I love my brother B(identity) and I love you too. Take it or leave it.
1 “You know they are apologetic because they don’t speak, right?” Bite me.
2 That shithead said the entire time saying “I love you” while he was beating and choking me. His “primitive brain under stress” was him pulling me out of my house by my hair.
3 “Love hard, fight hard” I owe a few people a little something according to this thinking.
4 Its important that your god love you so that your behavior is just.
(identity) is censored and really something that people new get hung up on what is past-more than anyone knows this is me.
Charlotte’s correspondence in the last 5 years has been such great things as “Hey, I think Lady Gaga has her own disco stick” “You know, she’s a man, right?”
Trans people always seem to have family that miss out the fact that they have known someone the longest, you saw something hidden coming.
I am allowed to “not having patience” with people who have either attacked me or turned their backs on me when I needed it as I was renting from the token Shithead and suddenly had to move. Nobody offered camping on their 5+ acres of land. I was given $20 and a list of homeless shelters from my biological mother. I was given no quarter, no kindness, no solace.
So anyone will understand why there were no “goodbyes.”
I delete you from participating in my life.If that’s the love you offer blood relatives, then my debt is paid-and we are not relatives.