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tightropeI took a leap of faith when an acquaintance asked me to meet and talk about my daughter. Normally I would have put it off or simply said I was busy. It’s hard for me to just sit down face-to-face and discuss such emotional aspects of my life with someone I don’t know well. I feel much more comfortable writing. Nevertheless, I agreed, hoping that by reaching out I could get used to the feeling of being exposed.

Imagine my fear when I started talking and the person just sat and listened. Blank expression. Nothing. When I stopped my long-winded soliloquy, I simply stopped and waited. And then… nothing. Eyes just looking at me. Nothingness. Not even the notion that the wheels were turning. Nothing. I rambled on a little bit. The fingers of my right hand tightly grasping the small hairs at the nape of my neck. The other person just sat taller and waited. Is this a game?

I was visibly uncomfortable. This one-sided lecture did not resemble the social guidelines of a conversation so I didn’t know how to end it. Walk away, when actually I’d prefer to run at this point. All I could think was to express loving kindness and be done with it. It was a sweaty blur at that point so I fumbled through a closing statement. What just happened?

When I got back to the condo I started crying, frustrated with the entire endeavor. Why did I make the decision to meet that person? And then I recalled the conversation I had with my mother yesterday. “You have to understand… people can’t relate.” she instructed me about the distance people keep because they can’t grasp the idea of transgender, herself included, “You need to give people a break.” I felt like a burden was added to my already heavy load.

Lately I feel like I’m an elephant on a tightrope juggling switchblades. Each step I take is precisely calculated. With each move I wonder if this is the day that it all falls apart? There is so much planning that goes into being a parent of a transgender child living stealth. So much to lose. Some days I’m frozen, unable to make a single move. Impossible to step backward and unwilling to move forward, paralyzed by the fear that one wrong move could sacrifice all of our efforts.

Today I begin to wonder what my safety net looks like and how far it is below me.

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