My son is in his thirties and was trying to explain his new roommate to me. "Well he's a guy who thinks he's a girl..." and I interrupted and said you mean 'she'. He paused and said 'ya that's what we call her'.
Its just been the last few years I have started to accept myself. In most of my sons memory I was homophobic (in denial & cover-up). So it took him many years to tell me he was gay. I knew for a long time but waited for him to come out.
But now I feel like a hypocrite. I openly support GLBT issues, and am starting to be happily in my place between genders. I am inspired by parents of "My Princess Boy" Its time to openly support difference and acceptance.
I think of all those years I could have shown my son that acceptance.
My fear? I have found that not all of us in the GLBT community support all parts that those four letters stand for. So acceptance is the issue. But if he can accept his roommate(calls her his adoptive mom) maybe he can accept me.