For many in the United States Thanksgiving is a bittersweet holiday. Especially in the transgender community. I am an example.
Over the years my deceased wife hosted the family for a Thanksgiving feast. Our door was open also to my employees who may not have a family to celebrate with. To put it all in perspective, one big turkey was never enough. Through it all, after my parents passed away, my extended family was my brother, his two sons and the kids of theirs (and mine) who followed. We had a big house I was restoring so we had a large space to set up in and all were still welcome.
For the most part these were fond memories until I transitioned. By this time my wife had passed away and the dinner had moved to my brother's house. Before I showed up as my authentic self for Thanksgiving, I called and talked to my brother. He said in essence he would always refer to me as my old self and he would get back with me concerning having an invitation at all. He never did and I never looked back. After all his in-laws were all right wing Southern Baptists. I guess he didn't want to stand up for me.
As I said, I never looked back. I found myself firmly entrenched in my partner Liz's family plus I was welcome in my accepting daughter's extended family.
I know so many in the LGBTQ community aren't so fortunate. Too many are ostracized from their families and previous friends. Now it's not uncommon to refer to other "non-blood" folks as new family.
Whatever it takes, I hope you all are able to take a moment and celebrate your blessings.
Happy Thanksgiving and thanks for stopping by Cyrsti's Condo! I truly appreciate it.
Post a Comment