On being Agender

5. When I Tried To Tell My Father.

Let me set the mood for when this happened:

It's late September

2016.

I'm laying in my bed in my room I share with my mother.

It's late.

Probably past midnight

I can't sleep and no one else is up.

...

I decide to text my father

It went something like this:

Hello father. I am sitting here, unable to sleep. I'm wondering why you don't accept me for who I am. I've told you that I am not a boy or a girl. You still call me she and Alyssa and it hurts every time. We've talked about transgender rights and you're always understanding with that. What's so different about me? All I ask is that you stop calling me Alyssa or she. That's it. Please.

And he replied with something like this:

Hello daughter. I do accept you. But you cannot demand me to not call you the name your mother and I gave you. You cannot expect me to understand overnight... you will always be a girl in my eyes.

...

Maybe i'm overreacting.

No one else seemed to understand why I was upset.

Maybe I read into his words too much but...

I cried while reading it and after reading it.

All I gathered was that he won't just not call me a name and that he doesn't believe that I am agender.

What do you think?

Could I be overreacting or can I be mad and hurt.

Regardless,

He still calls me Alyssa and it still hurts.