I just finished a book yesterday evening about a transgender young person that was not supported /or understood by their family. It was very tough to read, because I understood so well every point of view...
I found myself reflecting back on my child's childhood and wondering if I was so oblivious to their pain that I missed the signs. It makes my heart hurt, wondering if I was responsible for bringing more pain into their world. Even writing this causes my eyes to fill with tears as I reflect back to that time. I was such a mess during that time, battling my own demons.
I try not to dwell in the past because it is too painful, but today I seemed to be trapped in the muck.
I have failed in every way a person can possibly fail and I'm overwhelmed today with the guilt and shame that only such failure can bring.