<divclass="codehilite"><pre><span></span><code><spanclass="n">I</span><spanclass="n">recently</span><spanclass="n">discovered</span><spanclass="n">your</span><spanclass="n">Twitter</span><spanclass="n">page</span><spanclass="k">and</span><spanclass="n">I</span><spanclass="n">wasn</span><spanclass="s1">'t sure if I should say something or not. When I saw that you are stressing out about telling me about your name change I thought I'</span><spanclass="n">d</span><spanclass="n">better</span><spanclass="s1">'fess up. </span>
<spanclass="s1">I love the name "Madison". It may take me a while to get used to calling you by your new name so forgive me if I make a mistake. Madison, whatever direction your life takes you, I'</span><spanclass="n">ll</span><spanclass="n">accept</span><spanclass="n">you</span><spanclass="p">,</span><spanclass="n">support</span><spanclass="n">you</span><spanclass="k">and</span><spanclass="n">love</span><spanclass="n">you</span><spanclass="n">unconditionally</span><spanclass="p">.</span><spanclass="n">Please</span><spanclass="n">don</span><spanclass="err">'</span><spanclass="n">t</span><spanclass="n">stress</span><spanclass="k">out</span><spanclass="n">about</span><spanclass="n">my</span><spanclass="n">reaction</span><spanclass="p">.</span>
<spanclass="n">Maybe</span><spanclass="n">I</span><spanclass="n">shouldn</span><spanclass="s1">'t have opened up to you about seeing your Twitter thingy. I felt like I was being dishonest by not saying anything but it looks like you are really, really anxious about knowing that I'</span><spanclass="n">ve</span><spanclass="n">seen</span><spanclass="n">it</span><spanclass="p">.</span><spanclass="n">Yikes</span><spanclass="o">!</span>
<spanclass="k">Are</span><spanclass="n">you</span><spanclass="n">OK</span><spanclass="k">with</span><spanclass="n">me</span><spanclass="n">visiting</span><spanclass="n">tomorrow</span><spanclass="o">?</span><spanclass="n">I</span><spanclass="s1">'d love to see you but I don'</span><spanclass="n">t</span><spanclass="n">want</span><spanclass="k">to</span><spanclass="k">add</span><spanclass="k">to</span><spanclass="n">your</span><spanclass="n">anxiety</span><spanclass="k">any</span><spanclass="k">more</span><spanclass="k">than</span><spanclass="n">I</span><spanclass="n">already</span><spanclass="n">have</span><spanclass="p">.</span><spanclass="n">Let</span><spanclass="n">me</span><spanclass="n">know</span><spanclass="k">if</span><spanclass="n">you</span><spanclass="n">have</span><spanclass="n">enough</span><spanclass="n">spoons</span><spanclass="p">.</span>
<p>Yes. I was born when I could share that with my mom. It was all well and good for me to be out on Twitter and what not, and it was great that JD could accept me, but the fact that I could start to regain my biological family without any lies in the way was when I opened my eyes for the first time.</p>
<p>No, we did not. If she’s reading this, which she may very well be, this will be how she learns about that.</p>
<p>How could I possibly talk to my mom about something like that? I hid my arms and legs from her for years before, and it wouldn’t be for another year before I could even bring up the concept of self-harm.</p>
<p>I’d like it to be a cohesive thing. I’d like to be able to think about it on its own, none of this coming at it sideways. I’d like to be deliberate about it.</p>
