OK, you're not idiots, you can tell from the thred title what this is about. I came home from uni today for the weakend, and just toled my mum that I'm transgender (really, like half an hower ago. eep!)
It was compleatly haroing bilding up and trying to say it and I nearly freaked out (which she laughed at later). But then I said it and it was O.K. (once I'd explained what I ment, and that it wasn't because I was 'gay', rather the other way round).
Few!
We talked about it for a while (and got the hole internet-caution talk), and I told her I don't know where it's going, or how far it's going to go, but I'm sorting it out, and for god's sake, if you see a pair of boxers on the line that you don't recognise don't give them to my brother. And that I'm slightly dreding telling my dad&stepmum.
She said that she didn't realy understand all that much about it, but was happy that I hadn't had to spend years agonising over it, that as long as I was ok she was ok, and she'll love me no matter what shape I am. And that I'm forbiden to use the acrinims we use here and that I'm to explain all terminology slowly and clearly (I think I confuser her somewhere along the line).
All in all a sucsesfull evening.
(oh, mentioned you guys too. Said you where cool )