Supporting a transgender family member can require a large amount of time and energy. I know this path as a trans person is even more difficult. It…… Read more “Life Continues During Transition: Stress, Bills, & More”
Hurricane Harvey’s hit our LGBT family in Houston. The floods left us with nothing but the most important thing: family.
This month, August 2017, marks two years since my spouse came out to me as a transgender woman. While I am amazed at how far we have come as a couple and a family since that day, looking back now, I am in awe of my wife’s courage.
When my wife began living her truth after transitioning, she gave me courage to begin living authentically.
My wife and I did not think about growing our family before she started hormones. Our first priority was to get her on hormones as soon as possible for her mental health. Hindsight being 20/20, things would have been much easier baby wise now if we had thought this through a bit more.
If you have a little forethought before medically transitioning (starting hormones), you can bank or freeze your swimmers or eggs.
My transgender spouse interviewed, landed, and started her first job as a woman and her confidence has soared.
You spun a life of lies and secrets. Now the secret is out.
While the traditional Mother’s Day scene is expected, let’s not forget to celebrate all mothers (not just the obvious). Carrying and birthing a child is hard work but it does not make motherhood just as being a woman does not make a mother.
When my spouse told me she was transgender (mtf), we were living our lives according to prescribed gender roles. We knew we were ‘unique’ people but we really weren’t that different from any other white, suburban families in our community. During the last (almost) two years of transitioning, I felt for the first time in my life what it is like to different: not fat, tall, or blonde but intrinsically different.
The summer of 2013 found me, my husband (soon to be transgender wife), and our 6-month-old daughter living in a mid-rise in downtown Austin, Texas. Our apartment overlooked the Colorado River and picturesque sunsets through our 3rd floor windows. In the evenings, when my husband would return from work. I would have some sort of thrown together dinner prepared for us to enjoy as a family (wife, husband, & daughter). Our little living room was warmed by the sun’s setting and our daughter’s sweet smile.