Dear Diary,
I have debated on doing something like this again and then I remembered how much it helped me in my early teen years. So here I go again. Doing another diary. I am finally in a place in my life that I feel comfortable to start this again.
I guess a catch up from my last one is needed so here we go.
I ended up with my legal father who ended up despising me for being myself. I am transgender and I am proud of who I am. I lived with him for less than a year and had more than twenty hospitalizations all due to my mental health that was very poor while I lived with him.
In 2017 I ended up in foster care because he had abandoned me in a mental hospital called Four Winds. From there I was cut off from the "outside" world. I wasn't allowed to interact with people who wasn't a part of my foster placement and I could not be openly trans. My legal dad came to see me every so often and it really sucked. He sometimes wouldn't show up for weeks and it got to the point I told him to not show up.
There was plenty more hospitalizations while I was in placement for the two plus years that I was there. One time my legal dad showed up at the hospital Four Winds and tried to dead name me and I told him that he needed to sign himself out and not bother showing his face. Everyone at the hospital was proud of me for not punching him in the face. (He had also tried to get the staff at the hospital to dead name me and group me with the girls instead of the boys.)
So my legal dad was in and out of my life for a while. I did go to college and graduated in 2019. With the school I went to I was a part of a thirteen people graduating class. I had someone that I called my gay dad go to my graduation because I didn't want my legal dad to go (I was a part of an LGBT+ youth group). It was interesting. I made friends and enemies within the last few years of high school. I was put on academic probation because I have a 0.3 GPA due to my placement constantly taking my laptop and phone from me causing me to be unable to do the online assignments.
I moved back in with my abusive aunt because she seemed like she had changed. Turned out that she didn't, she just wanted money from me. I ended up homeless for most of 2020 and I was couch hopping to have a roof over my head.
Towards the end of August (around my birthday) I reconnected with an old friend of mine. I somehow ended up moving down to Texas with two days notice.-----
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My Diary
Non-FictionThis is something that I did before and wish to do it again. Sometimes for me it's easier to type out my thoughts and have others be able to read it. Follow me in this journey of life as we all move through it. If you read it I hope that you do enjo...
