So, today we went to my parent’s house for Sunday brunch. I had some strong dysphoria concerning the family continuously dead naming me – it happened. But you know what? It wasn’t that bad. I found that it didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. Some of my siblings did call me SoSo when they first saw me, and one id as we were leaving, so at least there was some effort, even if it was minor, on their part.
I’ve decided to roll with the punches when it comes to the family. I love them, and they me, so I wil try not to let this come between us. But it is bullshit that I am the one who has to concede. Who knows, though. Maybe this is all temporary, and one day it will just click for the parents. Maybe not, but that is not going to change my mind. This is my strange little trip, and I fully intend to remain on it and see where it leads me, family be damned! hahahaha
Anyway, my parents were in good spirits and it was really good to see them and chat for a bit. I should probably start calling more often, as they are advancing in age. Siblings and extended family all doing well, thanks!
All-in-all, the stress that occurred before the event didn’t match the actual event. I think I caught my mom getting ready to dead name me before just talking in my direction. I intnally chuckled. She is trying, I should remember that – I think.