“I am raging with anger when I see you dress in clothes that I would have never worn when I was working in a career I loved but gave up when you were born.”
Printed as a second-person message, but the grammar is entire first-person indignative.
And, see, my first career was US Navy. My kids wore a LOT of stuff I could not in uniform. Earrings, facial piercings, tattoos… I’d have had to be a very tiny, petty, little fuckstick of a person to be mad at THEM. Jesus…
“I have to go outside and scream when I hear you claim you ‘feel’ like a woman when you do not - and never will - know what it feels like to be a woman.”
But she IS a woman. Her body tells her that she’s a woman. Whatever she feels,she feels like a woman.
“I want to slap you like the immature child you are”
I think coming to terms with one’s true self is pretty fucking mature, myself. Also, standing up to your bigotry is not the childish behavior your want. You’re just disappointed in general.
Aw… Shucks.
“when you put on that feminine voice when talking to dad”
I’m willing to be she talks to a LOT of people in that voice, not just him.
“and, after you leave, I watch him aimlessly flicking through the TV - stone-faced, silent, and sad.”
So, there is a problem. Your solution does not involve therapy of any sort, just slapping.
Take a vacation in Hawaii. Get some sun. Relax. Write some journal entries. Send postcards to all. maybe get a photo of yourself in a hula skirt?
Then jump into a volcano. Dying in a fire just doesn’t see strong enough.
