I was angry at myself for waiting six months to attend my first PFLAG meeting!
I don’t forgive you for discriminating against my daughter.
Trigger warning. This post discusses suicide.
I have a confession to make (old Catholic habits die hard). I don’t have my s*%t together, not at all. My daughter came out to me April 13, 2016. Do you know when I finally felt like I had reached the point of acceptance? October 2017. A full year and a half after she told … Continue reading One in a Million
When I am unfamiliar with something, I need to find out as much as I can about it.
Each week at church, I would kneel after Communion and repeat the same fervent prayer, “God, please bring my son back to me.” Months came and went, things went further in the opposite direction.
Once I accepted that my daughter was transgender, I realized I had two new callings in life. First, I needed to reach out to parents who find themselves at the beginning of the same journey to let them know, as difficult as it seems, everything will be okay. Secondly, I needed to educate those who are not familiar with the "T" at the end of the phrase LGBT about what it means to be transgender.