Coming out to my parents was one of the most difficult things for me. Not because I was scared they wouldn't accept me, but because I was scared they'd kick me out. It's not the same thing.
I was close to my mum at the time, still am. My dad not so much but he was happy he had a son. My mum has trouble conceiving so I'm their only child.
I was 13 when it all happened, the all important 'coming out'...
"Mum? C-can I tell you s-something?" I sobbed, standing timidly by her door. Her eyes widened in concern and motioned for me to come to her.
"Yes baby of course" she cooed as she wrapped her arms around me.
"I-I think I'm a-a boy" I said quietly.
"What do you mean you're a boy?" She said.
When she said that my whole world crashed. I thought she was going to hate me. My mother and I were very close. I didn't want to lose our close bond
"Like.. t-transgender"
She lifted my head up and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. When I looked up at her with glossy eyes, she smiled.
"What's your new name?" She giggled
"Um.. I was thinking Daniel instead of Daniela?"
"Perfect"
Ever since then, I've been known as Danny. Danny Joe Miller. That was 3 years ago. Crazy right?
You'd think my world was all candy and rainbows after that, but it wasn't. Well, maybe rainbows because pride... but definitely not candy and sweet things.
My parents accepting me was one thing. Everyone else accepting me... well... that didn't work out as planned. I didn't think my school was that homophobic but oh boy it was. It still is. People still call me a fag or other shit when I'm walking down the hallways but I can live with that.
The one thing I can't live without? Asher Rosenberg. Well, I try....
