just got done with a long conversation with my mom where she tried to convince me to cut my hair. she knows im trans but thinks im just autistic or something and not actually a tranny. She doesn't know im on e and if she has any amount of self awareness would know this is my last connection to femininity. She said i was unhealthily attached to my hair and i should cut it off. I almost broke down and told her that its the only part of my body i like because the rest of me looks like such a moid but i really dont wanna get into another argument with her about my gender. I just sort of resigned and said i didn't wanna talk about it anymore.
Then we sat there in silence and i almost cried because im losing her. Im losing my mom. The act of being masc i put on for years to please her is all she can see of me, when i try to show her myself she just tells me to put it away and forget about it. Your not a girl anon don't be silly! Your my oldest son.
We hugged before i went upstairs. I know ill just disappoint her. I know this hug is one of the last. When i finally troon out full time she might never come back to me. I feel my shoulders enveloped by her and remember how broad they are and it disgusts me, I know one day ill get a surgery to lessen their size and i will feel amazing and she will cry over the true death of her son. I know shell always see me as a man as the most important person in my life. Shit makes me sad :(