So I was looking through my LGBT amino and I found this.
"So for those I you who don't know I have some very serious issues with my dad, no not "daddy issues( followed by a wink)" I mean I live with an abusive father who had just recently given up drinking a 12 pack of beer a day. Almost 2 whole years ago I came out as bisexual( which after a few months led me to realizing my 100% flaming homosexuality) anyways back to the point, yes I came out but not the way I intended. I was originally gonna wait till I was 18 you knew to be safe for if thing got bad I can just dip out of that situation, however a certain shitty dipwad, yes you guessed it my father went and decided to snoop around my room( because apparently it was "more distant") which was probably true I was confining to my sexuality and I knew my father and his side if the family were very traditional, very Republican, and VERY religious. So yeah that pretty much fits the description of your averaged closed minded bigot, right? So yea he went in my room and found my personal journal( which I literally just started writing in days earlier "perfect timing" he claimed) the journal only had about 5 or so pages of basically my realization of my sexuality. So if you would've asked me earlier that day at school How my day was going, I would've said it's pretty casual or normal, just my average day, but boy was I wrong. As I get off the bus and walk to the door of my house the first thought in my mind was, " hey I wonder what's for dinner", that only a few minutes later was not a concern I any longer had. As "usual" I walk down to my fathers room tell him I'm home and had a good day and such, however this time his face was rather complex or puzzled he definitely had something on his mind. When he didn't respond to me telling him "hey I'm home, today was good" I got confused. "Something you wanna explain?" He ask. As being as puzzled as I was I reply back with "no I guess not,...why?" He looms to the edge of his bed and points. I follow his hand to the tip of his finger with my eyes and see his his finger aimed at what I feared him finding most, my journal. I stutter and no actual words exit my mouth I'm stunned with fear I can't even make a sound. I step down the steps and try to breathe I try to remember the thing he always told me when I was about to get in trouble," if you tell the truth the punishment won't be as bad". I force my self to believe it maybe it won't be that bad he's been a little sobered up for a while. As I waddled way towards him a bit he ask me in an angry tone, "is it true?" "Please tell me it's not true." It'll be fine I attempt to reassure myself. After calming myself down a bit I reply, "yes it is true." The room is silent for a moment and I'm almost convinced I'll be alright, but then a slam of movie cases he had slung to the floor shatters the silence. I stammer backwards so filled with fear I don't pay attention to where I'm going any where but closer to him. He hurries ore to me and grabs my throat and slams me too the wall. So shocked and scared I don't do anything. I felt so weak and powerless that I just allow myself to just stand there and gasp for air. In those moments I hear him screaming, screaming so loud my ears begin to ring. He was screaming that I'm just another "faggot", a stupid "queer", a fucking "embarrassment" to this family, a "freak", and one that hit me particularly hard, "no longer my son". After those harsh words were said I feel a couple blows to the side of my face, it hurt, it hurt bad not only in the face, but in the heart. I've had a pretty shitty childhood, unhappy parents who split when I was only 3. I went from house to house every other week. I was confused, but even then it was clear to me that I was better off with my mother( who her and my other relatives on that side of the family are very accepting of me and embrace me). After a while of that my mom was fired from her job and my father saw this as a advantage to takes too himself. So he took her to court and after a little bit he won me, not bc of his good parenting skills, but for his money. My mom was just out of a job while my dad was offshore making $180,000 a year. After that I was molested by my stepbrother on my fathers side I the family, now I need to inform you at the age of 5 I knew I like boys, but I didn't know people hated that so much I didn't know what to call it so I didn't really act on it. Well by now he had found out about the situation and he's concerned that I've become to flamboyant( or girly as he would say). So guess what then, BOOM he sent me to Alliance which if you don't know what that is it is a mental hospital for people who are considered to have a mental illness, which in my case was homosexuality, because in 2008 the state of Mississippi beloved it to be a mental illness to gay. Things from there just kept going downhill. He fed lies about my mom of course I didn't believe him and he tried to mold me into being just like him, his perfect little country heterosexual Christian deer hunting idiotic redneck son he had imaged in his mind. And for the longest time that's EXACTLY what I was from the age 6 to 12. But even in those many years I was aware I wasn't normal I saw it but was ashamed of it so I ignored it thought if I dated lots of girls it would go away but the urge only grew stronger by doing that. Back to my original point before I was talking about my shitty childhood those words and those blows not only hurt my exterior it hurt me inside way worse than anything I've ever felt. To know this is your parent, who's raised you, who you once looks up to, who you thought would always be there always love you and accept you, and then see all that hope and joy wash away in a flood only in a matter of a few minutes. Unworthy, useless, incapable, this is only a few ways a felt in those moments. It was mind-blowing that my whole happiness could be snatched from me that quick, I was astonished. But most of all scared by that point I didn't know if I was going to live through the next few minutes. Through the shock, the blows, and the slamming of my body to a wall all of it felt like my living breath, my will for moving on keeping hope was drained from me in an instant. That day kept getting worse I lost all privileges an that day I lost my family. The next day at school I had to call mom through a friends phone with tears streaming down face and say I've been hurt, beat bc I was gay( once again not the way I wanted to come out, my mom was my all I knew she'd accept me I was waiting to have that perfect mother and son moment for it but that was also taken from me) that phone call tore me part I could hear her heart tearing bc she wasn't there to protect me, it wasn't her fault she was unaware at the time, even still she felt terrible as any good parent would. We then of course reported it, but nothing. The bruises the cuts the bite marks the lashes I've gotten over the years I have reported and they told me every time that it's not enough that I have to WAIT 3years till I'm 18. I've been told to wait so many times when I hear it now I roll my eyes and walk away. He's stolen things from my bag such as books, makeup, pens, notebooks, all because he says rant it's too gay and he trashes it. Stuff that was given to me and that I've bought and he just had the audacity to trash it and of course when I report thy they say he has the right to throw it away and allying my or others peoples money just down the drain. And I MOTHER FUCKING CHERRY ON TOP OF THAT SHITSUNDAE someone at school is in contact with him telling lies like that's I come to school with a full face of makeup and that I use Someone else's phone to look up "gay shit"(WHICH I DONT!). Now you may be thinking it's not that bad you have a phone obviously, CONFESSION TIME, I may have taken my grandmothers old backup phone without permission, big whoopty doo, she doesn't use it plus she's disgusted to even think of me as gay so whatever. So now that you're caught up on my shitty life story I will conclude this rant with a thank you to the reader for baring with me through all of that bc I know it was long so CONGRATS!
Sincerely~Red Romeo"
While reading this I felt really upset. This is no how anyone should be treated. Nobody.
