My dad unfolded the crumbled receipt they found in my bag, he wanted an explanation then proceeded to tell me "We would never raise a fag and if we did, they wouldn't be here anymore!" That statement absolutely crushed my heart..I felt as though I've been pushed into a freezing chamber, it made me clench up and roll around..In my insecurities, that is.
He demanded I go downstairs and tell my mom and brother- Who, I should add, am very close to. He tells me many of his secrets, and he's gay. But I know that for a fact, he would accept me if I told him I were gay, trans, bi or anything.
Well, as I walked downstairs, I felt my heart racing..I stepped slower than I ever have, planning what word to say. My mom noticed how slowly I was going, and told me to hurry..I heard my brother's breath of anxiety since it is very familiar and I hear it a lot. "Liz..Just come down and you'll be oka-" My brother said before getting hushed by my mom..
I finally approached the dinner table where they all were sitting, my brother looking the most nervous. My dad trailed behind me angrily and lightly pushed me towards the table and said "Tell them what you bought." So, I did.
"Mom..Isaac..I bought a..binder from the clothing store.." I said.
My mom's mouth widened open as she covered it in shock, looking at my brother quickly, then looking back at me.
"Did you know about this, Isaac?!" My mom asked, "No, I didn't." He said..
"Then why are you not shocked about this?!"
"Because,"
"Why should anyone care..?"
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That Dysphoric Person Behind the Screen
Teen FictionMany people eventually feel dysphoric in their life, but how many people really address it to others..Or even the ones they care about? Insecurities throw you off too much
