So when she, my mother and I were having coffee today, the topic of being transgender came up. I was able to discuss things openly and honestly in a way I never imagined I'd ever be able to do. In my discourse with my aunt, my mother was also able to learn new things about my being trans and get a new perspective by watching me explain the details of my childhood to another person. My mother understands more than ever that it was a difficult thing to keep hidden but that I also held no blame for my parents as I myself chose to keep silent for fear of their judgement. After the talk I felt I had attained another plateau of comfort in feeling I could discuss any facet of this issue and have either of them be receptive and open about what I might have to say.
I'll miss my aunt when she leaves as I have always felt closest to her than any other of my relatives. A special lady.