The good news, well as good as it gets anyway. My brother was utterly unsurprised when I told him I was gay and had a boyfriend. He said he had suspected it from as early as freshman year in highschool. He mentioned my voice was androgynous. He said mom was just in denile if she claimed to have never noticed it before. We laughed a bit at the fact that he has all my 'missing testosterone'. I mentioned my gender dysphoria. This just sort of seemed to confuse him, but he didn't seem angry.
As speculated he changed his view when it was someone close. He quickly amended his previous statements about disliking gays to mean the onces that prance around in pride parades and such. Then he also went on about how 'your hormones are screwed up, so with you it's not a choice'. So, eh, I'll take what I can get.
( Now the drahmahCollapse )
Note: I'm not looking for pity here. Despite the post, I'm doing well. I think my reaction to their...er...reaction speaks to my progress. I'm not having a panic attack, I'm not sick. I'm dissapointed of course, but it's not the end of the world. I can't expect them to accept everything straight out, especially coming from where they are.