𝙴𝚡𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚛 (Basement Grandpa)

One of my 3 younger brothers, as it turns out, is homophobic.
          
          He never was before. Today for some reason it ended up being mentioned and he said that queer people (not the exact words, he said ‘boys and boys and girls with girls’ or something) were “cringe” and proceeds to have a mini homophobic tangent. Mind you this is the same brother who asked if my stuffed animal was “neither” when I hesitated after he asked if it was a girl or boy. This same kid who understood the concept of being nonbinary without it EVER being explained or exposed to him, is now a homophobe. And I don’t know if the reason is because of my mother, or the fuckass YouTube shorts he watches.
          
          I’ve denounced him as my brother. That monster isn’t related to me anymore. Not officially, obviously, I’m stuck at home all day and can’t leave so I have to play pretend all day with bigots. 
          
          Oh and for what it’s worth, my dad went back to “she” a month ago. He called me a lady. He calls me “she” at any turn, and at first I thought it was some mistakes; but no, turns out acceptance is temporary. To make me “feel better” not because who I am matters at all.
          
          I feel sick. I absolutely want a knife through my heart at this moment, and honestly I’m shaken. Terrified. I’m scared, I’m sickened, I’m stressed, and now I have to play nice every single day (and since I homeschool, I really do mean every second of the day) which takes up so much energy and emotion. There’s only one thing keeping me alive and it’s my very best friend, but eyes in real life, I don’t leave the house so there’s no friends there at all.
          
          I wish to disintegrate

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HELP I SAW THAT STORY JUST ADDED ☠️

My family has a trip, we leave tomorrow and will be gone for a week. Now that I can write on the website (someone helped my dumbass figure it out) I’ll probably write a mcsm x reader fic when I get back from the trip.

When you didn't change the quote at first, I was in the middle of talking on VC when I said "Is that Shio Kobe?... I think it's Shio... No, it could be Makomo- No that's Shio."
          
          Thankfully you changed the quote in the bio because I was having a battle and realized I was right :')

Isn’t it ironic
          
          That a king loses to a lord

I wish whorepad allowed me to write on the website because I want to make a mcsm x reader SO SO BAD.
          
          I know there are some out there already but I haven’t found a good one yet

https://pin.it/51q9PGc6b
          
          Cough :3

Do you wanna hear a Forsaken soundtrack that makes my friends and I ascend to the heavens 

So I came out. Sorta.
          
          Obviously I didn’t bother fully coming out of the closet to my mom, and I was going to tell my grandma, but then I panicked and didn’t do it. I figure if my mom “complains” to her first it’ll be easier to tell her then.
          
          I didn’t really get to come out as pan, but that’s alright because I essentially mentioned not caring about the gender, so good enough. But I came out as nonbinary to my dad.
          
          I cried. Many times. I was shaking more than I’ve ever shaken in my life, because holy shit, that was terrifying. I didn’t think it would be even half as scary as it ended up being, but it was. I told him I was nonbinary, and he said “I call you by your name anyways, I don’t ever really refer to you as she” he said he’ll call me by they and them if he does, but so far he’s right he doesn’t really call me by anything other than my name, so…yeah? He accepted it and said he just wants me to be happy, he was more concerned with encouraging me to do well on schoolwork and stuff and life advice in general.
          
          It seems like everything is “back” to normal. I don’t know what my dad did or didn’t tell my mom, I’m thinking about referring to my mom by “he” if she ever calls me a her, but I’m too scared of the repercussions. Still haven’t told my grandma.
          
          I was so panicked the other day; but today, I’m still talking to my mom “politely” fucking hell I can’t hold a grudge if I’m forced to talk to someone and I hate it. 
          
          I don’t know what happens now. What happens now??? What do I do???