A Better Son/Daughter

Years ago I wrote for Frock, a magazine focusing on the trans community. It is sadly no longer being published. The other day I was thinking about an article I wrote shortly after I came out to my mom.

The article was very much written in the moment and was very, well, optimistic. I had hoped my relationship with my mom would have improved and she would get to know Hannah. In my naivety I had thought that by opening up to my mom would have improved our relationship.

My relationship with her has gotten better, actually. But it’s not because of Hannah. Time did that.

Coming out will always change things. We only have one chance to do it and I wish I had discussed this with her in a different way. I understand myself and gender identity in a different way compared to when I wrote this in 2013. I came out as a crossdresser, not as transgender or bi-gender. Today this revelation would go a different way.

Love, Hannah

I remember sneaking into my mom’s closet all those years ago and trying on pretty much everything.  I was very careful to put everything back how it was.  Every time I would dress up I would think to myself that she could never find out about this.  So last year I was surprised to find myself wanting to tell her about my crossdressing. 

Like my most crossdressers, my hobby has certainly grown and evolved.  Once I accepted I was a crossdresser, I was mostly drawn toward lingerie.  At that point in my life, I would have never dreamed of telling anyone.  As I got into my early 20’s, I started sleeping in nightgowns and wearing dresses and skirts once in a while, though never for very long.  At the time, wearing “real” clothes wasn’t something I was used to.  It wasn’t until my wife taught me how to do make up and helped me buy a wig when wearing a blouse and skirt really felt right.  I adopted the name ‘Hannah’ for when I was dressed up, and soon Hannah had her own life.  Her own website, new friends and in a way, a different personality than the male part of me.  My wife started to notice differences between “me” and Hannah.  Hannah was more patient, she listened better, she was more vulnerable, she communicated better…she understood my wife in ways her husband didn’t.  As Hannah, I feel I can relate to my wife in different ways.  In some ways, crossdressing has really strengthened our relationship through communication, hard work and love.  I am a lucky girl, and a lucky man. 

It was a warm spring night and my wife and I were on our porch having a glass of wine.  I was wearing a blouse, black pencil skirt and stilleto heels.  “So…when are you going to tell your family?” my wife asked.  I smiled, I had been thinking the same thing.  Back when crossdressing was just about panties, the idea of telling anyone was out of the question.  Whether its panties or boxer shorts, no one wants to know what anyone wears under their clothes.  But as Hannah became, in a way, a real person, I wanted people to meet her.  After a few months, I told my sisters and brother.  It’s difficult to explain crossdressing to someone, but I think they understood. 

My relationship with my mom had always been difficult.  In my teens my parents went through a rather nasty divorce.  The divorce was a good thing, it should’ve happened a long time before that, and perhaps that’s where my anger started.  My mom and I fought constantly.  Once I entered my 20’s I calmed down a bit but my mother and I were never really close.  As I got older, I wanted to have a better relationship with her.  I always felt I had a wall between her and I.  When I told my siblings about my crossdressing, I felt a wall came down.  I wanted that with my mom and by telling her, I hoped that it would break the barrier between us.  I would be vulnerable and honest with her.  Telling someone about crossdressing is, in a way, giving them power.  Its saying that they know something about you that few people understand, and to please be mindful as to what you do with this information as it could change the way people see me.  I have been lucky that everyone I have told has been accepting and happy for me.  But if my employer were to find out, I would likely be out of a job.

On a Saturday night, we sat down and I acknowledged our difficult relationship and wanted to be closer to her.  I told her I was a crossdresser.  She was shocked.  I had expected all the normal questions about if I was gay or going to transition…but she never asked.  I told her that I had been crossdressing all my life, how I was never ashamed or confused by it and how happy I was.  She told me that she loved me and that she loved Hannah and she just wanted her children to be happy.  Her reaction and acceptance surprised me just as much as I had surprised her.  The conversation could not have gone better.

I spoke to her after what I told her had sunk in a bit.  She was still digesting what I told her but she still loved me.  Since that night, I have making more of an effort, more than I’ve made in the past, to be a better son.  I hope someday she meets Hannah.  I think she would like her.

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7 thoughts on “A Better Son/Daughter

  1. that was so touching. its hard to tell some one that you are a x dresser yes you are right about that part. my wife found out one day when I had a pic of my self dressed up, my daughter found it by mistake and showed mom the pic. daughter said to mom its his body not hers, so my daughter might know and I know my wife surely knows that I dress up for she has seen me getting dressed up. she tells me when I can dress up and do what I like to do , for we have a 23 year old son still living at home. I buy my own dresses, nylons, bra’s, panties, skirts, perfume, ear rings, make up and even pads. ZI have more female cloths then wife does and even dress up as a female should dress up in. not the pants and shirt deal that look more like men clothing. she wears pants and shirt and no make up. not even if we went out to dinner she will not wear make up or dress up pretty. so I will dress up pretty but I do not go out doors. I am more a closet x dresser. I under dress during the winter time for when I go out doors it keeps me warmer while I am snow blowing when I have to. but thank you for sharing it is great that you are happy and your wife is very excepting and family also.

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  2. Family is tough once we try to open up to them
    Mine certainly was.
    And none of them understood it.
    My ex certainly didn’t and so I’ve got a lot of scars when it comes to me gender identity.
    And yes it’s sucks but all I can do is try and move on

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    1. Thanks for your comment, Rach. My family has disowned me so I have a lot of scars also. I am trying to move on but I find it easier if that is possible en femme. Hope all works out for you dear.

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  3. EXCELLENT INFO AS ALWAYS, You are quite a person for helping those of us whose identity and thinking overlaps yours. My mom knows I have crossdressed publicly for Halloween, winning awards twice just for being so complete and good with it, not drag, no hyperbole, working 2 full days including hospital call duty, once saving a life wearing heels and phony nails. but skillful acceptable presentation, marred only by voice. But MOM certainly does not want to hear about it in a nursing home at 96. My partner knows, this in a general way with most issues, but is indifferent and uncomfortable discussing it. Both spouses knew as well, again not the extent or importance, and in neither case was the reason for divorce. Gender issues often die with the person who has them, or thought they had them, never fully understood, or perhaps even understandable.

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  4. Hannah, you are so lucky to have an accepting family who accepts you as Hannah. I have come out with my family as a T-girl and they look at me like I am a 3 headed monster. My siblings have disowned me as with my stepdaughters. No more communication. I have lost so much just to be me so using common sense I leave the house en femme and it doesn’t,t matter anymore what people think. As long as it is safe and I don,t get hurt. I have lost a lot to be Stephanie but I am Stephanie. You have to go through storms to get to the rainbow but I am a woman so now I am not afraid to be me anymore. Hope you and your mother have the relationship that you want. Some woman are luckier than others.

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