Hi been a while since i was able to get on here but its mainly because of schools. HOWEVER friday (when im writing rn) is my last day before fall break so i might be able to blog more. Anyway, last week i decided to come out to my dad as trans. Now, to anyone who plans to become a parent in the future, if your child says they have some important personal information to say to you, the first thing you should say SHOULD NEVER EVER BE...
"What quiz did you take that told you that?"
I'm SO pissedd. plus, everything else he said was just shit out the wrong hole. According to him, I've never really been masculine to the point he would've thought im a boy. Mind you, he didn't even think of the possibility younger me could like girls instead of guys until my sister outed me to him as a dare (still mad at her for that tho). when i was younger, I always tried to me masculine but to a certain point where i could still be seen as a girl (cut my hair in a bob, never wore skirts unless i had to, preferred the sportier cooler characters in cartoons). Not because i was afraid of being called a boy, but because of the way society treats boys who are emotionally sensitive and little me didn't wanna be treated like a fish out of water. I probably would've found out sooner if my parents told me being trans was an option ngl.
Anyway, just know, he might be illiterate since he can't read the fucking room. He told me he wants me to be a capable adult before helping me introduce/present myself as a man. What the fuck is that even supposed to mean. Like can't you help me be an adult AND teach me guy stuff? Nothing's stopping you but yourself DAD. I was bawling my eyes out the second he left my room. I expected him to at least try being supportive. and before someone says "maybe his parents raised him that way" NO THEY DIDNT. i told my grandma, HIS MOM, that im trans and the first thing she did was hug me and ask me what name i want her to use.
Anyway, after staying at his house for a bit more, I went to my mom's house since my parents are divorced. shared custody, yknow. moving on, I told her about the conversation me and my dad had and, like the other few i told in my life, said what the fuck he shouldn't have said that. something i also told her is, despite having week long breaks between seeing each other, my dad very rarely hangs out with us, and the so-called quality time we have is usually spent on playing video games instead of learning what sort of person I am. I bet he would know my mario kart main but not my favorite pokemon. im being serious.
Somehow someway, my dad found out my mom and i talked about our conversation but doesn't know what exactly what we said about it. So either
1. my mom told him without my permission (ew) or
2. my sister overheard and decided to tell him (even more ew)
either way, I had to hold my tears in while he drove me to my mom's house.
Now im posting this because i kinda need advice on how exactly I could either make him realize that im really a boy or confront him on being an ass. But just know the second one definitely has consequences because he unfortunately works at my school. That i go to. His class is ACROSS MY FIRST PERIOD. and im not changing electives any time soon.
ok bye bye this is a lot but hopefully someone old and wise can help me out.
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