Because of the common major in school they’d shared, that, is what made this mother and son connect over the films, translated…
I’m in the same university as my second son, both majoring in counseling psychology, and so every time he’d gone home on break, the two of us became, chatterboxes. The discussions went from the professors, the theories in the texts, and what we’d learned in the courses, and on top of that, we’d loved going to the movies together.
Awhile ago, my son invited me to go see the “Danish Girl” a case of the very first transgendered individual in history, the male lead had put on his wife’s clothes as a model for his own wife’s sketches, and found, that there was a “woman” that resided inside of him, and felt, that he was a woman, trapped, in a man’s body, and this inconsistency he’d felt made him start a journey of rediscovering himself.
He wanted to turn into a “she”, first there was the confusions, then the doubts, then the conflicts. But this desire of “wanting to be his true self” had driven him on, to BREAK through the norms of society, to keep going on. And, although back then, sex reassignment was a life or death thing, with his mind set, he’d, turned into a “she”, and found the truest version of herself at the end. After her surgery, her life didn’t last long, but he’d, smiled to the moment that she’d, stopped breathing, and that instant became, an eternity to her. And that final scene made me cry nonstop.
Awhile ago, I was tortured by my own anxieties, and the process of healing is a hard fight, and, facing that course I’d dodged as hard as I could, no longer evading it. Because the movie had made me empathetic, I’d entered into the mind of the leading character, and couldn’t stop myself from crying.
I’d looked shyly over at my son, and found that he too, was crying. Don’t know which scenes had, moved him? He said, that the Danish girl is now, free. Like how I understood myself, my son escaped from the hell of “perfectionism”, stopped caring what others may perceive about him, isn’t that his way, of facing himself, truthfully too?
The desires to be herself in the movie, my own process of healing, my son’s seeking freedom of mind, weren’t these are, journeys of bravery? The Danish Girl, my son, and I, we are all, fighters of life.
My son said, as his classmates saw the movie with their parents, the parents started cussing, they were so shocked. He was surprised that I’d, asked him to go see it, without any judgments, and was so moved. I’d told my son, “because we’re, from the same majors, older and younger schoolmates!”
So, being in the same realm is what this is about, because the mother and son are taking the courses in the same departments of a university, naturally, they’d come into contact with similar things, that is why they were both very open about how each other had, experienced the movie of The Danish Girl.
Life, the Obstacle Course 