Story #2748

When I first came out to my parents, they were very chill about it, seeing how they have always been open-minded and openly supportive of the lgbtq+ community, and it was easy for them to understand me being pan and ace. It was trickier for them when, a year of questioning and researching later, I came out again as trans. Of my immediate family, my mom was the most… resistant. I know now that it came from a place of distrust in men and the patriarchy, and personal negative experiences, that she didn’t understand why the heck I wanted to be a man (or more accurately, masc). After several more years, and many more conversations, we’ve come to a better understanding of each other, and my family now uses my preferred pronouns and refers to me as a child/sibling/etc. On a sour note however, my extended family is far more “opinionated” about these things (they’re hyper-religious and conservative) so the only “decent” reactions I got from them was from my grandma, who refuses to talk about it, and one of my cousins, who still talks to me but doesn’t respect me at all :/ (Trans masculine/genderfluid/Asexual/panromantic)