Honestly, with my mom, I’d settle for flashbangs so someone could tranq her and drag her off to an oubliette somewhere before she gets the opportunity to misgender and deadname me repeatedly, and then deflect with “but you’re the one who changed, why should I have to remember a new name or new pronouns?”^*

^*She actually said this about her own stepson last year. She recently remarried, and the husband has his own kids from a previous marriage. She LIVES for gossiping and gloating about how X stepkid fucked up this time, and she just wallows in the petty cruelty every fucking time. One of those kids came out as trans about two or three years ago and had to fuck off to live with his biological mother because my mom made his life a living hell. She deadnames him every time I call for one of the Mandatory Call Your Mother holidays that are hypothetically keeping me in the will, as an until-recently-only child.

I have no illusions of my parents’ generation ever accepting me.