Anyway, survived Christmas with the Family Troon. He actually arrived on time, which was a surprise. Not sure if he rode with someone or what, doesn't matter much. Fairly uneventful; had food, opened presents, hung out a bit, the usual holiday stuff.
One bit of cringe politisperging at mealtime, nothing too heinous or disruptive, though. (He's a commie of some sort, naturally, and a climate catastrophist.) Expressed concerns over career options. Also admitted to being very stressed out for "the past so-and-so weeks" (since the election) and was basically told to shut up and eat his food to calm himself down, lol. He did get sad over his narc grandmother deadnaming and using his correct biological sex pronoun, but that was a shutting down and sulking thing, not a loud freakout thing.
I am in the privileged position of being able to watch his antics from a moderate distance most of the time, but I do feel bad for his immediate family. None of his siblings are really down with the tranny thing, but they've adopted the normie tactic of trying to lay low and avoid giving him an excuse to make a stink over slights. Instead of confronting his troonery, they enable or tolerate it for the sake of peace. I do feel really awful for his mom; while most of the group was over starting on presents, I got to listen in on the grandma deadnaming thing and watch as people tried to comfort him, "Oh, she's old, she just doesn't get it," et cetera, and him walking away in a sulk over it. The look on his mom's face, man... She hates the troon thing, but I don't know that she's ready to let him know how she really feels.
He's her son, after all, and I think she's afraid of pushing him away and losing him. We all know he's a miserable person, but that emotional connection is still there.
Not sure if or when things will come to a head, but he damn sure needs a good hard smack over how much emotional pain he's putting his mom through.
