Having my grown daughter around has taught me how I am improving in my ability to adapt. For many years a victim to military-like discipline with time and also liking things my way, I am becoming far more flexible in letting things go. Life is too short to let unimportant irritants get in the way of living; plus we each live on a separate story and share the kitchen and dining room which is perfect.

My daughter goes out with me without reservation which is also a massive plus since my being trans is never going to change.

Reconnecting with our adult children is different and requires a more even-handed approach; one which is no longer rooted in a parent/child hierarchy but is more supple in structure and nature.


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