Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “his/her(s).” Use one, use both, bonus points if you start your post with one and end with the other.
That word they used for many, many years which drove him mad. He couldn’t blame them all because he was playing the game. Based on some ancient scientific method the medical profession used to assign babies their gender, he had been assigned incorrectly. Society seemed to go along with that ancient yolk like it couldn’t be wrong somehow. And in consequence many people would be cruel to him if he was honest. So he lied to keep safe.
But there was only so long he could lie for without going insane, without making himself so unhappy that he’d never recover happiness. So he made a decision to live in a truthful way. On the first day, he heard someone on telly say it was a ‘mental illness’. But you know what they say, those who say things are talking about themselves really. So he laughed and flicked off the TV. Nothing could get him down today. He was filled with a mix of joy, nerves and anticipation shimmering together like a cocktail.
And then he told his father in the afternoon fearing rejection from someone who was his best friend as well as his father. And then he felt bad for ever doubting his Dad, for ever even thinking he’d mind. His Dad wasn’t a transphobe after all.
How did I ever let my mind associate my father with the prejudiced? Must have been fear. He’s a good man.
His father admitted he had an idea for many years and he wished he’d told his father sooner. But nothing could be done about that now. They went for a meal, followed by some shopping in the EuroShop. Nothing had changed and inwardly he felt like crying with a mix of happiness and relief. Love was such a wonderful thing. The only thing that mattered in the world. At moments like this, he truly knew that. And soon his father handed him a gift. A cup with His on it that he had got in the shop. He smiled and hugged his father.