FIRST POST
Might as well start with my ‘comming out’ story c;
Alright so, First i came out to my friends. Over facebook none the less. I know that sounds dumb, but comming out is scary and it worked the best for me. I only have REALLY close friends added on face book so it wasnt so scary.. but news travels fast in small towns.
But my mom doesnt have a FB so i had to tell her a little differently, And she took the news horribly, But Im just so glad she knows and i can finally come out to the world. If your interested heres how it happened,
So I wrote my mother a little note explaining that i was an ftm, and after MONTHS of contemplating about how and if i should or even could give it to her… with a gentle nudge from my darling friend Maisie I was able to build up the courage to finally let her see it. And thank you so much for that nudge Masie. You gave me the courage i needed to be myself. Anyways, Of course I didnt want to be anywhere near my mother when she read it sooo I went off to a friends house to hide away wile it sunk in. My lovely sweetheart sister was kind enough to take the letter and deliver it to my mother after i was gone.
Let me tell you, those two days.. waiting and wondering were hell. I probably did some things i shouldnt have. But thats a story for another time. So when my mother finally came to get me, everything started out normal.. She asked if i had a good time and of course i said yes, things were silent after that for a wile, untill she burst out laughing. She told me my gender was not optional. And that i was always talking about how I just want to be myself and i was a hypocrite for that. She said to just accept myself for what i am and what im not. I tried to tell her that I already had, why couldn’t she? I told her I just knew that im a boy, iv always known. And that i cant go on like this, i hate it. Everytime someone calls me a girl or she or miss i get sick to my stomach. I feel like its not me… it cant be me they’re talking to. But it always is. And it hurts so much to accept that. I dont wanna accept that… I wont let people like you force that on me. Im going to be happy, or im going to die trying. And im going to do it with your support or without it. She really didnt like that. And argued, i didnt try to argue back. I told her what was what and there was nothing more i could do at this point. So we went home. And here I am, happy as ever, as Hansel, as myself. A boy.
