Though my child (T) was never in the perverbial “closet” it wasn’t until 2 months ago that their intentions were made clear … well clearish!
T has never been the conforming type. At the age of two we learned they wanted to be a stay-at-home-mom and what sized breasts they wanted. Over the years T enjoyed make up and baby dolls and painted nails.
However; it was only about 6 weeks ago that T attempted to take one of my new bras. It didn’t occur to me to say anything but “no, that’s too big for you. If you want bras we’ll get you your own.” The words escaped my mouth without seeming to have even filtered through my brain. It was as if I had trained for this day all of T’s life.
Since then we have (in fact), purchased a week’s worth of bras and panties, gotten rid of underwear, bought a few new outfits, gotten some jewelry and told T’s best friend.
We have told quite a few people (mostly family and friends in the LGBTQ community).
I am still lost as to where T is on this beautiful rainbow, but I am tired of trying to make them fit neatly I to some sort of box.