Story #2454

When I came out, it was really scary. I had other gender-queer friends, and my parents called them by their preferred names and pronouns, so how hard could it be? I had spent all day writing “I am genderfluid and I like girls” out of lego, on a huge lego base-plate. When the time finally came, I called my dad into my room, and whipped the sign from the its hiding place. Turns out he (and my mum) already knew! The next day, they both called me into their room “to have a little chat”. Turns out all they wanted to do was literally pry every last detail out of me. I couldn’t help but cry, as they kept asking, asking, asking. Now, a few months later, they still won’t let me buy any gender-neutral or boy clothes, and are actually against me getting anything that relates to pride. I tried to make my room (which was annoying girly) more gender-neutral, but all my parents did was question every item I hid, or threw away. So now, I live my life constantly having to pretend I’m something I’m not, without enough courage to tell them anything truthful ever again. (Genderfluid/Omniromantic [I think])