My parents cried- they told me that it felt like their daughter died. They were confused and angry. Withing the span of six months I tried to commit suicide twice. They refused my name and pronouns. They became stressed and even angry whenever I brought it up. We fought. A lot of my self-harm was a result of it.
I felt ill whenever I thought about the future. Would I ever be able to change me name? Start hormones? Get married? My parents would disown me, be disgusted with me, look at me with empty eyes. It hurt more than anything to think about being such a disappointment to them, such a disgrace.
Yesterday, my mom emailed me. I’m a freshman in college, and as of late I just have been unable to take it- I’ve been pouring out my emotions to her, explaining to her how it’s made me feel over the years.
In her email, she told me there’s a PFLAG meeting next month. She asked me to go with her.
There’s hope.