My family tends to be sprinkled throughout the different levels. My wife, grandmother and son, easily number 1 in support of my transition and identity.

Many of my cousins I grew up with are level 2.

Father and stepmother are level 5 - possibly level 6 when I was a child - still figuring that one out as new traumas surface.

Everyone else hovers around 3 - 5.

Just remember, I’ll always be a level 1 for you ❤️

Level 1: completely supportive

Level 2: mostly supportive but lacking some knowledge, or some transmedicalist attitudes due to ignorance, not malignancy

Level 3: neutral, not supportive but not opposing either, or “supportive” transmedicalist

Level 4: leaning oppose, but no forceful interventions, or refuse to gende you correctly but used neutral pronouns

Level 5: misgendering, not accepting you as their daughter or son, but still pretend to be “loving” misgendered you

Level 6: disowning or physically beating or etc, most extreme measures

(Stolen, with love, from the user Cormier643 on Reddit. Felt like this was a great way to get discussions going again ❤️)

-Olivia ✌🏻

  • EveryMuffinIsNowEncrypted@lemmy.blahaj.zoneEnglish
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    5 months ago

    I apologize if this is too long. Feel free to skip to the tl;dr at the bottom if you wish.

    Level 5½.

    Most of my family didn’t really disown me so much as just not inviting me to anything anymore. Or talking to me. Or calling/texting me.

    Of the four people who were left:

    • One was flat-out Level 5 – they AFAIK haven’t changed to this day; we haven’t spoken for almost 11 years. I typically refer to her as “That removed”.
    • One was Level 5 leaning toward Level 4 – thankfully, after a talk with them and some subsequent healthy eavesdropping on their end of a conversation with me and a friend of theirs (yes, I knew about it), they swiftly turned into a Level 1 and eventually one of my heroes in life. That was 6–7 years ago… I love my Dad. :)
    • One was Level 3 – she’s still Level 3 and I have accepted that she will never change but she has at least largely also accepted the fact that so won’t I and that it’s not a phase. But at least we’re not fighting…
    • And one was Level 1 with a dash of Level 2 – sadly, my paternal grandmother has been dead for a few years now. :( Rip…

     

    tl;dr: Holy fuck, fuck, fuck then not fuck, sadface, and rip da homie…