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Maddie shares photographs of herself, her family, and her life.
This is page 13 of 13 in my autobiography.
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I have been asked over and over again to share pictures. I can appreciate why somebody would like to know what the person they're talking to looks like. So I decided to create a photography album to share with everybody. And this page gives me the chance to talk about all the important people in my life! But I would appreciate if you would refrain from copying or redistributing any of my pictures.
This is a picture of my parents and my maternal grandparents. It was taken on August 11th, 1969 (years before I was born) in my parents apartment in Maryland. My dad just returned from overseas. He was in the navy sailng on the USS Enterprise. He became a certified public accountant and he now is an executive in a company. Doesn't my mom look sweet? My mom was still in college when this picture was taken. She studies French and now she's a french teacher. It seems like every time I talk to her she's doing something new with her students! My grandmother is my last surviving grandparent. She is the one who gave me this photograph! She has one of the purest hearts of anybody I have met. And people instantly know this about her! Everywhere she goes she makes more and more friends. My grandfather was an engineer who worked for the Navy. He designed submarines and radar systems. Whenever he would visit my family, he would sleep in my bed and I would sleep next to him in a sleeping bag. We would stay up late at night because I kept asking him all these questions about when he was little. Eventually my mom would shout in, "You two should go to sleep!" But fortunately he didn't listen either. I wish I had spent more time with him and told him more about myself; he died before I told my family about my transsexuality.
When my sister was in nursery school she made this for me. It reminds my of a time when we used to play together and, except for the typical sibling squabbles, we also liked each other. But then she got to elementary school when I was in third grade (my first really bad year) and having a 'brother' who was "so weird" was too hard for her to handle. I started find her really annoying to deal with too because we're so different in lots of ways. Anyway, during high school when I figured out a way to keep myself relatively composed (my non-emotional era) I felt I should try to get closer to my sister again. But it was too late. With the years of emotional distance and her impending adolescence we never connected again.
When I came out, I did something very stupid. I wanted to tell Rhonda myself. I actually thought I might tell her before telling our parents but there was too much physical distance. When I told my parents, my mom insisted on being the one to tell her. I tried to say, "no", but unltimately I didn't feel self-confident enough to challenge anything my parents wanted. Rhonda hadn't spoken to me for several years. Recently she has reconsidered and we have started to speak again.
When my sister gave me her painting I hung it in my bedroom just above my desk where I could always see it. And, no matter how many times I rearranged my room, her painting always remained just above my desk. And, now, even though my bedroom is almost empty of my stuff, my sister's painting still hangs just above my desk.
This is Lisa. Isn't she beautiful!!!!!!! She's the most perfect partner in the whole world!!! I took this picture of her after she came bouncing into my lab with a friend who was visiting her; they both were wearing those funny red hats. She's also a developmental psychology graduate student. We met when I came to visit our university to decide if I would come here. I looked like a boy then. We started becoming closer and closer and I was scared because I hadn't told her about my transsexuality yet. So one night after we went to dinner, we came back to my office and I told her about my transsexuality. She didn't seemed surprise or even to have any response. So then I told her again because she *must* have a response to something like this. But she didn't. She felt I should do what I needed to do to be happy. But she just didn't care if I was a boy or a girl. She was falling in love with me as a person, not as a boy-bodied shell. And I was falling in love with her too. That night we kissed for the very first time. When we had this conversation and our first kiss Lisa was sitting exactly where she is in the picture!
Lisa took this picture of me while I was sitting on the floor in the psychology section of one of our local used book stores. I am a developmental psychology graduate student. I have lots of hopes and dreams: I would like to teach college students as a professor and study how children learn and grow. But most importantly, I would like to start a family and live happily ever after with Lisa.
This is page 13 of 13 in my autobiography.
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