I kinda stopped writing after the trip that I was taking with my mother. We did have the talk, and it went better than I expected, but not quite as good as I hoped. She was supportive, but said she could probably never break the habit of using the wrong name or pronouns. Since she got back from that trip, I think she’s just put it out of her mind whenever it’s possible. She doesn’t say anything negative, but I still don’t feel comfortable presenting the way I want, even in my own home.
I took her to the doctor the other day, which is something that’s been needed for a while. I helped her fill out the emergency contact paperwork, and I put “child” instead of “son” for relationship. “You could have put son.” All I said was, “It was a conscious choice”. She dropped it. The appointment turned into lab work, the lab work turned into the emergency room, the emergency room turned into a blood transfusion and relocation to a larger hospital.
She’s still in the hospital, and while I’m not as worried as I was the other day, I’m still anxious.
