Backstory to Having a Trans Son – Feminism and Gender Stereotypes

In the previous post, I shared about how my son came out as female-to-male (FTM) transgender in 2016. In the following posts, I will share some backstory.

As I’ve reflected back upon the time of my son’s FTM transition, I remembered all the struggles we had faced. The times when we didn’t know how to continue when all the odds seemed stacked against us. The agony of helpless anger. But also the events where we got sudden help and things turned out for the better. Lovely synchronicities. Keeping the faith and staying hopeful.

The journey was about being present with someone in a transformational time period. I had often received metaphorical signs on my spiritual journey which seemed to indicate that I was going to meet people in breakdown/breakthrough transformational life situations. It turned out that my son was one of them.

In order to show what having a trans son meant for me and how that fit into the story of my life, I will first share what it meant for me to grow up as a girl and woman. This will span a over a couple of months before I get to my son’s trans journey.

My feminist path: In the next posts, I share how I grew up into a self-confident woman despite bumping up against gender stereotypes in a patriarchal, misogynist environment.

I will share about my own journey in some detail because I want to illustrate how my path in life had set me up to react to my son’s coming out along the lines of reasoning that women can be strong and self-confident and can be interested in masculine stuff and dress in a masculine way and that they didn’t need to become trans men for that. Luckily, I reacted in this clueless way towards my trans son only for a couple of weeks.

Shattering gender stereotypes: Another aspect which connects both my and my son’s journeys is that they are about shattering gender stereotypes. How does society and how do I expect a girl or a boy to dress and behave? And much of my spiritual journey was about shattering of world views. Huge paradigm shifts. And shifting gender stereotypes is just one part of that shattering process.

Questions about gender: I also want to show how the transgender topic answered some points which had come up for me during my own path of growing up as a woman, especially regarding the question of where do the differences in the behavior and gender roles in society for men vs women come from. Is it all just due to genes and hormones? Or is it due to upbringing in the culture? Or what? It turned out that there is a third aspect involved, an ineffable inner knowing about one‘s identity.

Following our inner knowing and being who we are. Last but not least, both our journeys were about the courage to be who we were unapologetically – regardless of what other people said. The prerequisite for that was following our intuition and inner knowing. Taking the right-hand path at the fork in life’s road even though everyone else around us said, “No, you better go left.” And there were many forks. And many others who wanted to give ‘wise counsel’ and tell us to take the well-trodden path rather than our own path.

Even though just being oneself should be the most natural thing in the world, sometimes it can take a lot of courage when it does not seem safe or fulfill other people’s expectations and a backlash is to be expected. Overcoming that fear of self-expression and doing it anyway was and still is a part of our life’s journey.

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This post is part of an online book about my journey with feminism and my son’s transgender journey. You can access the table of contents with links to each chapter here: TOC.


“Mom, I’m a Boy.” – When My Teenage Child Suddenly Came Out as Trans

“Mom, I’m a boy.”

Back in August 2016, when we were at our annual family vacation at the Baltic Sea in Germany, our older child (13 years old) – whom I thought to be my daughter up to this point – came to me in the kitchen one morning to make an important announcement.

“I am not a girl. I am a boy. Call me Finn and use the pronoun ‚he‘. “

What?? I looked at him with some confusion and didn’t know what to say.

With some emphasis he added, “And, no, it is not a phase.”

We had named our first child Finja* because we thought the child was a girl, and now he wanted to be named Finn*. (*not his real names).

His coming out came totally out of the blue. So far, our older child had not shown any signs of atypical development. He was more like a typical girl.

But, rather than being terribly shocked, I thought that it was just another one of those many phases he had been going through. Even though I had been told that it wasn’t. And I thought it would be best to just relax and wait and see.

I thought, well, if my child just wants to wear masculine clothes, that would be okay. We could go shopping for such clothes once we were back from vacation.
I didn’t get it during those first weeks in late summer of 2016. I think that I was not really aware of the transgender phenomenon at that time.

He did not explain much more to me other than these short statements. It was as if these short sentences had taken him a lot of effort to state and he didn’t seem like he wanted to give more explanations.
And we were on vacation in a little house and didn’t have internet access during our stay for approximately two weeks. So, I couldn’t search the internet immediately afterwards. When I asked later whether I could have more explanation and more background, he just replied, “Google is your friend.” He was not willing or able to explain more. It took a while until he could go into more detail.

But eventually a few weeks later in the fall of 2016, he made the bold move of coming out at his school to his principal and teachers all by himself (at the tender age of 13 years – what courage!)

It was then that I understood how serious he was about this and that it was really not a phase. And from then on, I supported him to the best of my ability.

What followed were several difficult years – not only for him but also for me – when he went through his female-to-male (FTM) transition phase. While we got some support, there was also a lot of struggle with others in society who lacked understanding and compassion.

Fast forward to seven years later. In June 2023, my son was at home a couple of weeks and recovering from his top surgery. Soon after the surgery, a friend of his came over to our house to visit him and brought him this lovely bunch of flowers (see picture). Coincidentally (or rather synchronistically), the colors of blue, pink, and white are very similar to the colors of the transgender flag (light blue, light pink, and white). His friend didn‘t know about the trans flag. It must have been the invisible forces behind the veil saying a friendly hello.

While during the past years, my son did not want me to publish anything about his trans journey on my blog, fortunately, I was able to have some exchange with a self-help group of other parents of trans kids for support and also just for much needed venting during that time. But here on my blog, I kept my mouth shut.

But now, I have my son’s consent to share here how I experienced his journey from my point of view as his mother. I see this as an opportunity to reflect back about what this intense period of time has taught me and to make sense of this and other shocking events in my life.

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This post was published in June 2023 which is the Pride Month of the LGBTQ community.
Happy Pride Month!

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This post is part of an online book about my journey with feminism and my son’s transgender journey. You can access the table of contents with links to each chapter here: TOC.

Poppies

It has been beautiful weather the last weeks here in Walldorf (Germany). Blue sky. But not too hot. Enough wind.

Despite a flare-up of the rheumatoid arthritis in my legs during the past weeks, I enjoy getting outside whenever I find the time and when my feet and my knee allow for a walk. There are so many things to see outside during my walks around the fields. In spring, a special treat are the poppies which have started to bloom around the edge the fields.