Warning: Possibly triggering topics. Possible triggers: homophobia, self harm, dysphoria and suicide
Home was never great. Despite the constant flow of overwhelming support from my family during my transitional period (i.e when my family and I were making the switch to Mars), the support soon died out and no one made any effort to remember, except my older sister. My mother would often go on tangents of how a "tree will forever be a tree no matter how badly the tree wanted to become a rock". None of this made any sense to me. Where had their kind words gone in my time of need? Where had their attempts to remember that it was Mars and not Marie gone?
After my sister graduated high school I was left alone, in my second year, to fend for myself. You can imagine how hard it was to attempt to stay afloat in school with only a backing of negativity. With nothing but hatred as my backboard, my dysphoria began to eat away at me. It was hard enough to deal with the body parts that didn't match and made me so upset that I wanted nothing more than to cut them from my very being, but the thought that the very people who raised me could not even grant me the right of expression; The ones who were supposed to build me up and be my supports were the very people tearing me down. The very thought made my skin itch. Obviously they hated me for who I was. Maybe if I could tear my soul from my body and leave it to rot I would find peace. But no such luck. It never ends like that for the main characters right?
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RandomMars is a young trans boy who has had to begin to learn how to handle balancing dealing with dysphoria and school work. No one can do this alone, but what do you do when your only support has moved away and is dealing with her own problems? And what...
