At 88 my mother is unfixable. You love her and yet there are moments you want aphyxiate her with a pillow. People of her generation had it tough and they were criticized and simply passed it on which left her with what is at times a cactus-like personality and the demeanor of a bull in a china shop.
She has come a long way of course and I visited her for the first time as myself today on one of our usual Saturday breakfasts. She had been out with Joanna before a handful of times so it was hardly a shock.
She has known for 17 years now and has progressed to the point where she understands all too well we don't have much choice. She has seen her fair share of shows where people tell their stories some of which lead to transition. Yet it is still hard for someone born in 1936 so I did my best to be sensitive to that.
There comes a point however where you stop entirely living for the approval of others.
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