High Anxiety
My immediate family including myself… all have High Anxiety. My dad is in denial about it and my mother and brother take meds for it. I don’t take anything for it nor do I deny it… YET I’ve found ways to survive, move forward, conquer, preserve, and achieve some major goals… and I’ve got more to come. I wish they would do more of the same. What good are meds if you aren’t learning? I’m learning without them.
I had high anxiety just typing this note.
Family Acceptance Issues
I have less and less in-common with my family because they aren’t moving forward. It’s very sad… and angers me too. But it’s up to them now to make more of an effort. What, do I need to shout who I am for them to get it? It’s been a year in April. My ima is accepting so I know she is trying really hard. I know my brother has talked with me a lot and even stood up for me with other members of the family but…
My life moves fast and I’ve changed for the better. They really need to come out of their depression and move forward beyond their anxiety if they want to continue a positive relationship with me. My life is moving…. theirs isn’t. They need to accept this is me. I’m starting to feel really distance. I reach out and want to include them but my dad says next to nothing to me and my brother is in denial.
A letter to my family:
Maybe it’s time you communicate a little more and that everyone comes to the realization that the “David” that you knew, just as “David”, never existed. That was only one part of who I am. My name is Hadassah Davette Gavri’el Chayim. I’m not crazy, not insane, nor on puppet strings. You can’t honestly believe that I am “acting” when I am living 24/7 as a woman, going to an Endocrinologist, AND above all else I will have my testicles removed and my penis shaped into a vagina. I will one day have MAJOR surgery. This is very important to me and it’s about time that ALL of you step into reality and out of 1129. THIS IS happening. I don’t just enjoy wearing women’s clothes, I am a woman. Would you like to get to know me? Will you make the effort to get to know ME, a woman… your daughter and sister? I know parents (dad) you thought you had a second son and I know brother you thought you had a younger brother, but a sister can only be so much of a “brother” and a daughter can only be so much of a “son”. This is real, this is me. Thank you for the effort so far… but you are going to try a lot harder.
A Rule for my life: If any of you say “he” or “David” or anything male talking to me about me or about me to others I will not respond. That person doesn’t exist.
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