Now, you would usually think that home would be a safe place that you can be who you are and be proud of it. Sometimes, that's the case. Other times, not even close. When I first came out as pansexual, my parents were pretty cool about it. They accepted my identity and didn't really seem to care that I liked girls or boys. When I came out as NB, that was a totally different story. My mom was pretty cool, but my dad didn't react in the way I would have wanted him to. I know that he meant well, but how he reacted meant a lot to me, so it hurt. I try not to remember much of what happened, but I do know that he said that NB pronouns (the ones that I chose specifically are they/them/theirs) were stupid. One of my closest friends, Tatum, has always been there for me through this. They are also NB, so that has really been helpful to have someone who understands what I was feeling. (Always) Currently, I'm at the point where I'm constantly being incorrectly categorized as a girl, constantly having she/her/hers pronouns thrown on me. I'm not sure wether I want to become a boy yet, but I know that I prefer they/them pronouns. I would rather have he/him pronouns spurred out in the moment than she/her. When I brought this up, (he/him pronouns) my dad shot it down saying that I was born a girl and will always be one. I know that he loves me and I love him, but sometimes our relationship is really strained. Overall, my home life is pretty supportive, with a family that accepts who I am as a whole. I know that I could have it so much worse, but I also realize that it could be so much better.
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The Everyday Life of a Queer Teen
Short StoryPeople that struggle go through things like this everyday. People that are just trying to be who they are-whether it be trans or gay. This is how I see things daily.
