This year I didn't post a picture with my mom on Facebook for Mother's Day, and mom noticed. When I called to say Happy Mother's Day, she let me know she was looking for that picture of us, like she has seen for many years before. And seeing everyone else's pictures made it more obvious. Well, I have a confession. It has been a really hard year for me with my parents. While I have spent my entire life trying to get to this point where I can live authentically, it has been 2 years since my parents formally and emotionally heard from me that my name was KB -- that although I was assigned female at birth, that didn't define me and I had been living as a man. I was still their child, but I was their son. That didn't go well. It still isn't going well. I am still called by my birth name or other things I won't mention. She/her pronouns are still used. I have tried to understand from the time they told me two years ago that they already knew but di