I will never catch up with this blog. Emily moves along, has “presented” in public and at work, is accepted by those close to her, and looks and sounds happier than I’ve ever known my child to be. I pray daily for her safety and well-being. She had my first poem on this process framed in the UK, and sent to me. So sweet. I have turned a corner. After a week of feeling freaked out and ashamed, I attended a families support group and gained a new perspective. There was a woman there with a very similar situation who was gorgeous and smart (The whole group was like that, it helped my ego a lot). She was militant about supporting, advocating, and being open about the whole shebang, and I loved it. I want to be her when I grow up. I want to be free and fierce and funny and full of love, acceptance and courage. No more hiding or backing off. I’m not quite there yet, but that’s the goal.