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A story about my father in law and my trans son. Spoiler: it’s a good story.
My father in law is late 80s, was a physicist and originally raised in a somewhat Catholic household.
We don’t chat much on the phone, but a chat about J after we’d come out is forever in my heart.
My father in law is late 80s, was a physicist and originally raised in a somewhat Catholic household.
We don’t chat much on the phone, but a chat about J after we’d come out is forever in my heart.
After talking to him about J, and explaining how much happier he is now, all FIL has to say was ‘so, it’s J***** now, ok and do I say he?’
Me: Yes Gav, he understands if you don’t get it right all the time, but prefers he and him and the name J*****.
Me: Yes Gav, he understands if you don’t get it right all the time, but prefers he and him and the name J*****.
Gav’s response: if that’s what he’d prefer, then that’s what it is, then. Ok. I’m glad he’s happier.
And that was that.
It’s not so hard if you start from a place of love.
And that was that.
It’s not so hard if you start from a place of love.
