Story #2737

When I came out, my mom was working from home in my parents’. My dad was downstairs. I was sick of hiding who I was. I’d been secretly not wearing the bras my mom bought me and I’d been experiencing intense gender dysphoria. I went into my mom’s room and asked, “What’s your opinion on nonbinary people?” Her response was, “I don’t really have an opinion on them. Why?” I glanced around the room. “Okay then,” my mom sighed. She called my dad upstairs to have a private discussion. I was crying. The night before, I’d asked my mom, “What do I do if I don’t want to tell you something because I’m afraid you won’t understand or think it’s valid?” And me being nonbinary was the thing. After the discussion, my parents said they believe that I feel nonbinary. They said they’d get me bra substitutes. But refused to refrain from using feminine labels and said they would keep calling me by she/her. I took it as a half-win.