Isn't it odd. I read through this thread out of interest because my brother is trans and its destroyed my family.
What jumped out were two things. I distinctly remember when I was 10 a conversation my Mum had where she said that me and my brother were born the wrong way around. I should have been the boy and he should have been the girl. I think she said it repeatedly but I remember this one instance with such clarity. I can remember where I was and what toys I was playing with. There are few conversations I remember so well. I don't know if it made a difference but I am three years older. I was more dominant as the eldest, whilst he was passive. He also was small, terrible at sport, rather sickly, an August child and quite feminine. In terms of the male 'pecking order' he would be towards the very bottom.
Through my teens and early twenties I very much struggled with being a woman. I hated it. I wished I had been a man. I wished that I was not so obviously female and perhaps could be more androgynous. I wished I could be in a band and play guitar and 'look right' as women with guitars 'don't look right'.
I struggled with being a woman to the point that I hated it so much I said I did not want children. I told DH this and he accepted it. He was very upset when I broke down and said it was more complex than that. In the end for numerous reasons I had a CS on mental health grounds which I had to organise before I would agree to getting pregnant.
My brother insisted I was not told until after he had changed his name and was some way into treatment 'because of my husband'. DH is 6' 2" and very much a stereotypical alpha male.
When he did come out, he then approached my Mum saying that I was being unsupportive and that I was disrespecting him. I had barely spoken more than a dozen words to him on the subject, more because I wasn't around much and in the process of moving house. Again it was made about my husband too. Apparently my approval was incredibly important.
The second thing that jumped out, was about when he did dress in women's clothes, it was disturbing on a number of levels. It was the choice of clothes, and the fact he tried to look like me, but in a twisted way taking in one of his hobbies (which I won't mention as it is too identifying but it has connections with sexual interests and connotations).
In the end I cut contact pretty quickly with him, because I felt it wasn't about being trans, but about the behaviour that being trans enabled. I said to myself early on that I would have not have accepted the treatment I had as my brother, so why should I accept it because they were trans. To not do that would be bigoted. I still hold to that strongly. It wasn't until recently that I started to realise that it was actually an abusive dynamic. I was always framed as the one 'with the problem' and I believed this. I was caught up in my own internal conflict about how could I be so intolerant and not liberal minded enough. Again something that I now see for what it is; a con trick.
I fear greatly about the future and how it might impact on my son. My Mum bought into the narrative, without question and there is pressure for me to 'make up'. I have told her that in no uncertain terms that it will not happen.
I do worry about what she will say to my son about it all. I think back to the comments my Mum made when I was a child, and ask why they seems to significant to me for all those years and whether the idea of being trans simply provided a confirmation bias reaction for both my brother and my Mum. Would the same have happened to me, if I had different influences? I also wonder if she might do the same to my son, if he is feminine in build. At the moment he is small and 'pretty'. He will not have any brothers or sisters as I couldn't go through pregnancy again as I hated it that much, and because I wouldn't want him to have a sibling who did what my brother has done to me. He is even a September child, quite by design.
It has all been a significant contributor to my collapse in self confidence and my mental health problems. As time goes on, I wonder more and more if deep seated insecurity and jealously are drivers. Its consistent with the emphasis on power and its also consistent with abusive traits and behaviour which it enables because of that power.
Of course, this is not something I can have a conversation with any of my family in a rational manner. The narrative of victim and bigot has been set up and ingrained. I dread when my parents die in more than one way.
I can not image the same if it was my partner not my brother. It would be even more destructive and toxic.
Its also why I feel it so important that research into why someone comes out as trans is just so important. The destructive nature of it, isn't due to bigotry or narrow-mindedness. Psychologically, its impossible to 'just accept' because of the way it affects the nature and dynamics of other relationship because your own identity is very much connected to the identity and role/position of others in your family. It is categorically not the same as having someone homosexual in the family for this reason. The fact that there is such a resistance to this type of research is also somewhat alarming.
I do believe there are consistent and repeated patterns of behaviour that are not discussed or even known of, because there is so much stigma for the families of those who come out as trans and very often the families have others they want to protect from the shower of shit that even raising questions or concerns brings.
Those of us close to those who are trans, seen to be very often saying something very different to this idea of idyllic notion of declaring yourself to be want ever you want without any notion of realities or the impact on the identity and well being of others.
My best wishes to the trans widows on this thread. I do not envy you situation as it is far worse than the one I face. I only say, don't doubt yourselves. You feel something for a reason, even if you can not articulate it or express it for various reasons. It absolutely is not bigotry. Separate the behaviour from the identity. Watch how the two are combined to justify the unjustifiable.