One part of me fully understand you and accepts what you are saying.
Czopyk Erzsébet G.

“ And let me mention you concentrating so much on yourself that even you forgot you are invited by someone else to their home. So you are a guest.”

Please consider if, as an analogy, they were parents who decided their daughter was “too ugly” and insisted she come to parties pretending to be a man so they wouldn’t have to worry someone would be talking behind their backs.

This is Jen Durbent’s life and identity, and decades of pain, being weighed against the possibility of someone being slightly put out by her (surely completely typical, not that it matters) hair and clothing.

I’m going to guess there’s a strong chance they’ll take photos, possibly even post them on shared social media and send copies to Jen and her spouse and kids. Should she be reminded of this at every turn, that she’s not *actually* welcome over there? That only a completely fictional version of her is approved?

I told my therapist that, because of gender dysphoria, I had never once in my life felt like I was complimented. People were complimenting some other guy, some stranger, who they thought looked like me. That’s how hard it hits thanks to Dissociative Disorder, a common result of GD. Imagine going through life since childhood unable to be complimented. Jen’s parents don’t understand dysphoria, but their lack of understanding is not a reason for her to be obligated to consider distancing herself from her soul.

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