<p>Morrismm, I don’t go around wearing a scarlet “T,” but I certainly haven’t tried to be coy about my history. It isn’t a secret around here, and I’ve mentioned or alluded to it more than I do in my real life (where most people I interact with have no idea, and it never comes up with the rest). But I didn’t think it was particularly relevant to the topic of this thread and saw no reason to bring it up. </p>
<p>If you’re suggesting that my accepting reaction to learning my son was gay (a couple of years before I came out to him as trans) was “skewed” by the fact that I’m transsexual, I’d have to disagree with you. (Even apart from the fact that “skewed” is something of a loaded term, and implies – at least to me – a deviation of some kind from what’s “normal.”) Yes, I know what it’s like when you’re growing up to feel different, and always to feel like an outsider, and to have a secret. So maybe I could empathize with him more than some other parents would have been able to do, at least in a general sense. (Although being gay is not the same thing as being trans, and I never was, or identified as, a gay man myself. Conversely, my son’s gender identity is securely male.)</p>
<p>But my being trans didn’t make me any more accepting of his being gay, I think, than I would have been if I hadn’t been trans. If anything, I think being trans made it <em>more</em> difficult for me, because I’m <em>more</em> acutely aware than most of what it’s like to be different, and how much more difficult life can be if you’re L, G. B, or T. All I ever wanted was for my son to be happy, and have the easiest life possible, after all. In addition, I think it was more difficult for me because I couldn’t help wondering if I was somehow genetically responsible; if it was just a coincidence or he somehow “got it” from me, even though, as I said, they’re two different things. (Being accused by my ex of “influencing” him didn’t help with that, as far from the truth as that was.) </p>
<p>Anyway, I really don’t think my acceptance of my son should be discounted, or invalidated, or considered “skewed,” because of who I am.</p>