Michelle Ray Cox

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    • Happy Birthday Keely Ray

      Posted at 8:58 am by Michelle Ray Cox, on August 8, 2019

      For much of their life, I would post a picture, or a collage of pictures, on Facebook to commemorate Keely’s birthday. I’m not on FB now, so I’ll write a blog.

      This is the first time I have seen my child this year.

      This is the first time I celebrate them using their preferred gender neutral pronouns.

      Much has changed.

      I never felt like I really got it like some of my friends in high school. I wasn’t part of the popular crowd. I wasn’t a cheerleader or a member of the drill team, although I called many in those groups my friend. I dated a football player, so there was that. Then I dated a member of the band, which actually made be feel more like an outsider because those band people had a tight knit group. I always had this underlying feeling of not quite right. Not quite “in”. But I tried. I tried to wear the right clothes and say the right things and fit in. Conform. Belong.

      Not unusual for most of us during that time of discovery known as being a teenager.

      That was 40 to 44 years ago…my high school years.

      How many of my high school friends were struggling with their sexuality? How many were gay? We didn’t have a clue about gender identity and if I had to guess I would say the vast majority of my generation still doesn’t. At least that has been my experience as I talk about my child Keely.

      Take a moment and remember what it was like for you. Now imagine the world today.

      I don’t have to draw the picture, but I’ll outline it.

      Television and what is shown. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. Cyber bullying. Racial unrest. Internet at the touch of a phone screen. A bombardment of hate, ridicule, rampant teenage suicide. A planet that is slowly being killed in the name of money and greed.

      My child is different. My child is non binary. They are part of that LGBTQIA segment of the population that is being murdered for being different. They are gender neutral and prefer different pronouns. They. Them. I have deleted and blocked hateful ignorant people that I used to consider friends. I deleted them from my life because they ridiculed someone that prefers they them theirs instead of he or she.

      I am in awe at the strength and courage of this child of mine.

      They didn’t understand their difference for most of their life. They knew, but had no point of reference. They did’t have a name or description to label themselves, to let them know that they did belong to a group of similar people.

      Go back to your teenage years and remember how important belonging was.

      Now Keely knows. They are non binary. Aroace. A-sexual. A-romantic. Transgender. There are actually a myriad of terms to describe who they are. Because they are not alone, they are not the only one who is not mainstream.

      It’s a small group to be sure. They aren’t a mass production item like those of us that identify with our gender at birth. They are a unique small batch created by the Creator. By God. They know that with every fiber of their being. As do I.

      Keely was ridiculed and bullied for being different when they attended school in Fremont County. Most hurtful were the friends that stayed at our house, were their friends until the differences became apparent. And some of them turned on them, led the pack to spread the rumors and hurt.

      I almost lost my child to depression. They struggled to even pass a class, this brilliant child of mine.

      They got off the plane in Durango. Straight and tall. Taller than me to their delight. They have their sights set on being taller than Steve.

      They are seventeen today. Keely moved to Louisville to live with their sister Kat, who is finishing up her Doctorate and has amen over responsibility for Keely’s education. She enrolled them in the community college and they have thrived. They just finished English and Psychology. They will be taking four classes this next semester and will have an Associates Degree at the end of the summer semester next year. One B and the other grades are As.

      They are in a nationally recognized choir and have made friends. Slowly and cautiously they are finding their people. They are already thinking about where they will go to pursue a doctorate in Psychology.

      They are so much stronger now. Happy. Laughing. Assertive. Instead of folding into themselves they stand tall and strong.

      They are still a teenager. Hormones, mood swings, opinionated and hopefully slightly rebellious as they find their voice and position in this world, with the normal separation from the adults in their life.

      They are my unique wonderful rainbow child.

      Happy Birthday Keely Ray. I am so thankful that I was given the gift of you.

      Posted in children | 6 Comments | Tagged Keely Ray, transgender children
    • Mothers, Daughters, Sisters, Circles, Love

      Posted at 7:26 am by Michelle Ray Cox, on November 4, 2018

      Fifteen years ago my oldest daughter Kat entrusted her child to my care.

      Kat had just started college at a Christian university when she found out she was pregnant.  The birth father was never in the picture.   Kat’s father and I adopted the child so that she would have insurance, two parents, a stable home

      Our names are on her birth certificate.   She is legally our daughter.

      Keely grew up calling Kat “Sis”.  Keely knew that Kat was her birth mom.   She knew she was loved by all of us.

      I moved to Colorado.   Keely came with me.

      Kat married Mike, moved to Kentucky and found her path.   Today she is completing a PhD program at the University of Louisville.

      As she grew up Keely became aware that she was different.  I saw it, but I didn’t really SEE it.  I just called her my unique child.   My quirky, independent, different drum beat child.

      She struggled at school, was bullied because she was different.   She never was interested in makeup or hair.   She took rocket making in fifth grade while all the other fifth grade girls took a hair and makeup class.

      She hated pink, and bling.  The word “bra” would make her leave the room.

      It wasn’t until a few years ago that Keely was able to start to put a name to that difference.   It wasn’t until more recently that the name became more specific.

      Non binary.   A-sexual.   A-romantic.   Gender neutral.  Transgender.

      Keely prefers gender neutral pronouns that describe that they do not identify as either male or female.

      They.  Them.  Their.   Not she or her.  Not him or his.

      So that is how I will refer to Keely.  Them.  They.  Their.  Themselves.

      The social aspect and academic pressures of high school were intense.  There was anxiety.   Anger.   Insomnia.   Stress.  Health issues. They were pulled out of class for unwanted “counseling”.   Called names by people that used to be their friends.  Ridiculed for being different.

      Keely has a wonderful tribe of friends that recognize who they are and are respectful and loving.   Those friends are why they able to stay strong in spite of the tremendous pressure they must have felt.

      It got so bad we decided to do online school from home this, their Sophomore year. While they still had their tribe of friends, they were removed from everyday connection.   While incredibly intelligent, they struggled with their grades.  They developed severe insomnia, sometimes only sleeping for two to three hours a night, but still trying to complete school work, write papers, research, take exams.   By the time the weekend came around, they only wanted to sleep.  And try to catch up because they were always behind.

      More isolation from friends.   Isolation from us, their family.   They retreated downstairs into a dark lonely place.

      I was so concerned.   I would wake up at night worried.  I was only sleeping a few hours a night.   How do I help them at school?  How do I help with friends?    How do I save this child of mine?  I’d go down at 3am, not able to sleep.  They would be awake also.

      We found a therapist and they started counseling.

      Spring break came around and Keely went to Kentucky to stay with Kat for the week.   Keely had decided that they wanted to attend U of L and Kat arranged a college tour.   Kat worked with them on their school work.  Kat is very tied into the LGBTQ community and introduced Keely to the group at U of L.

      Towards the end of the week we decided that Keely could stay a few more weeks so that Kat could help them get completely caught up.  Then the conversation morphed.  And morphed again.

      Until the realization became very apparent that the best place for Keely to be was in Louisville.  With their sister.  Who is their birth mother.

      Kat is uniquely qualified to help and support Keely through this phase of their life.  Kat teaches at the college that Keely will attend.  Kat has her own unique drumbeat thing going on, and if anyone in the whole world is going to be accepting of being “different” it is Kat and her household and friends.   They all love Keely and accept them as who they are.  Kat has put them in contact with teenagers that they can identify with.   The cultural environment at the University of Louisville, and the City of Louisville, is head and shoulders more liberal and open to gender difference than where we live in small town Colorado.

      Keely agonized over leaving their friends behind.   They are stepping into uncharted territory which is scary at any age, but especially for a teenager.   But during the weeks that they have been in Kentucky, I think they have seen that there is a bright, light filled world out there.  A world they were not able to see here in Penrose.   A world that I cannot give them.

      As I realized how right this decision is, I tried to express to Kat what a gift and an honor it has been to be entrusted with Keely. How inadequate I feel I have been.   How I wished that I had seen sooner.  Done something different.   And how blown away I have been at how Kat has stepped up to the plate.   That is another story, but let me tell you, there is no doubt in my mind that Kat is qualified and fiercely prepared to do whatever she has to do for Keely.

      Kat told me that my support of her journey allowed her to become the person she is today.  The person that can take Keely through this next stage of life in a way that I never could.  A beautiful circle of love and support.

      I look at this as a story of love.   Love for this precious, unique, strong person that is Keely Ray.  A story of sisters who are mother and daughter.   Circles of love with my two children who are both so unique and special and I love with all my heart.    And the recognition that our most important responsibility as a parent is to do the best thing for our child.

      After a lot of tears, which still rise up when I talk about this, I am passing the care of Keely to Kat.  I know with all my heart that this is the right thing to do.   This is a lot of responsibility for Kat, huge changes in her life as well as that of her family.   I am so impressed with the love and the wisdom I see.   Just in awe really.

      Keely is in exactly the right place at the right time now. Their world is going to open in ways I can only imagine.   They will have the freedom and light to grow as they were meant to grow, to be who they were created to be.

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      Posted in children, Relationships | 20 Comments | Tagged a-sexual, Kat King, Keely Ray, neutral pronouns, non binary gender, teenager gender idenity, transgender
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