PBAJ

So, my mother's been having trouble accepting my transition from female to male- we had some bitter feelings between us at first, and my staying at residence in university was no small amount of fleeing living in the same house with her and just trying to forget. I avoided coming home or having a lot of contact with her for a while, because I was angry and bitter and felt really disphoric whenever she misgendered me, and she got really upset grieving over her daughter whenever I corrected her. Meanwhile, life went on- I did well in my first semester of university, made friends, and started taking testosterone.

Well, after two weeks of not talking to each other she comes on the phone when I'm talking to my dad. She explains to me that before I was born, the initials of my parents and brother were PB&J, and they went by that a lot. They kind of stopped using it when I was born because my oldname starts with L, and they didn't know how to fit that in. My mother tells me that she realized that A (my new first initial) fits perfectly into the acronym. PBAJ.

The phone conversation ended a minute later and I just kind of sat there and cried. Then I made this. It's not exactly Picasso, made using photoshop and simple filters and such, but I like it, and it expresses how I feel.