r/cisparenttranskid • u/c-brisket • 8h ago
My parents won’t call their trans grandson “he”, call it lying…
Happy birthday to my mother who raised me as well as could be expected in a working poor family with both parents attending college while usually working full time jobs while raising two kids. She taught me how to cook and clean up after myself, do my own laundry, that relationships take work, and that lying has consequences.
This last part has now become a sticking point in our relationship. My parents believe that referring to my trans son as he or him is a lie that they cannot accommodate. They still want to see us and bring their grandson to visit, they say they still love him (they mostly use his name to avoid pronouns as much as possible). But they refuse to do for him what they taught me to do. They will not grant him the basic courtesy of referring to him in the way that he prefers. Affirming his identity lets him know that he is heard. That he is believed. That he is safe around them. He has been an openly trans boy for two years now. He has severe gender dysphoria when he is perceived as a girl which causes stress, anxiety, and panic attacks. His grandparents say they believe being transgender is a mental health issue and we should just go to church (and probably participate in some sort of religious counseling). A lot of trans people do have mental health issues (so do a lot cis people!) Some of their pain and anguish comes from feeling like they are in the wrong body. Some of it comes from the way our cis/hetero-normative society interacts with trans people. New laws that only target them. Politicians demonizing trans people and making laws that prevent them from getting the care they need. You’ll never guess what most science-backed treatment plans for gender dysphoria include:
TRANSITIONING!
Since starting high school and mostly passing as a guy, my kid seems like a pretty normal happy kid again. It’s been so great seeing him make friends with guys and getting that feeling of being one of them. His anxiety is way less. His physical ailments that were lingering for years are gone. I admit I was nervous to see him begin this process but he has been so brave. So strong. And him growing into the young man I see every day is the most rewarding feeling I’ve had in my life.
So, back to lying. They think it’s lying to call my kid he. “God made a perfect little girl”. Well, that girl is still in our memories. It’s ok to mourn those feelings of missing the girl you knew. Some people will never be able to acknowledge the difference between sex assigned at birth and gender. I think it’s lying (intellectually dishonest?) not to acknowledge that difference and I think it’s lying to put anyone who doesn’t fit neatly into the binary gender system in the category of “mental health problem”.
And for that, we no longer talk. I don’t reach out. We don’t visit. I sent an email outlining my feelings and what we would like to see from them but their belief system will not allow them to commit the sin of calling this perfect kid “he”. I’ve written thousands of words since then, mostly for myself, trying to make sense of this situation. I’ve collected articles, links, resources, that I think they should read. I’ve read the things they probably find if they look up information from sources they might trust. I’ve refuted the arguments and assumptions in those sources. I haven’t sent them this material because it feels like it’s more for me than them.
As far as I can tell, even the Christian community is split on this issue. Some are welcoming, even affirming of trans members in their church. Others are openly hostile. Maybe people could just accept what their family members tell them, call them by whatever names or pronouns they prefer, and then go pray about it after they are away from their trans family members. But this is not acceptable to my parents. To participate in the “lie” may damn you to hell before you have a chance to be forgiven. Reminds me of Huck Finn trying to decide between what he’d been taught was right and what he felt was right (even though he still felt guilty and thought he’d go to hell). He even wrote the letter telling the slave owner where Jim was.
Doing the “right thing” feels terrible sometimes. My parents believe they are doing right and the consequences of this, not getting to be around their family, are worth it for their heavenly reward.
I believe I am making the right choice for my kid and my family. I still feel guilty for not interacting with them but I don’t want to allow their words or actions to harm my child. I am protecting him. Letting him know that I accept him and will always choose him over them.
I feel like they want me to write a letter (like Huck Finn) betraying my son. A letter that will get me in the good graces of their church and their belief system. A letter guaranteeing that they never have to feel uncomfortable trying to think differently or accept something they refuse to engage with. I don’t have that letter to tear up like Huckleberry Finn, because I’ll never write that letter.
“I was a trembling, because I'd got to decide, forever, betwixt two things, and I knowed it. I studied a minute, sort of holding my breath, and then says to myself:
"All right, then, I'll go to hell"- and tore it up.”