Chickenpolar
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It’s now been about a week, and we’ve had no further conversations. It’s like it never happened
Coming out to my family was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done and it didn’t mean anything
I wasn’t sure what kind of flair to use. I want to vent, but I’m not a venty trigger-warning kind of person.
I’ve posted here a few times about writing the letter and then sending it, and I do want to thank you all for the help and positive vibes. You really did help a lot.
I wrote a decent “hey, I’m trans, this is really hard for me but I wanted to share this with you. There will be changes to come” email months ago. I sat on it forever as I kept second-guessing myself. My family is not religious or conservative or whatever, but they are the flavor of centrist liberal that gives “ally” a bad name. They’ve also complained about pronouns and gender fluidity, tho they’ve only ever encountered it through their kids friends. They all see it as trendy dumb teenager bullshit. No one in my family has had anyone queer anywhere in their lives. Well, except for me, now. So I really had no idea x how this would go. Would they think I’d lost my mind and try to stage an intervention? Would they surprise me and welcome me with open arms? I couldn’t guess.
I fired off the letter Saturday morning. I didn’t hear from anyone until Sunday night, and I heard from the rest Monday night. To a person, they all gave me the same response: it’s your life, do what you want. We’ll accept you. End of message.
I followed up with a few phone calls, but they stayed on message. No questions or curiosity, and they absolutely didn’t want to hear any details. My dad just kept telling me to take it as slow as possible, that I shouldn’t be in a hurry (??). I was kind of like, bitch, I’ve been trying to transition since 2019 and I’ve made zero progress, I am absolutely in a hurry.
It’s now been about a week, and we’ve had no further conversations. It’s like it never happened. I don’t feel any relief or energy or confidence for the future, I just feel kind of how I felt before all this, but more tired. And dreading doing all this again with my friends, and then work. Just, ugh, I think I’d prefer if they all disowned me and I could just start fresh
I wasn’t sure what kind of flair to use. I want to vent, but I’m not a venty trigger-warning kind of person.
I’ve posted here a few times about writing the letter and then sending it, and I do want to thank you all for the help and positive vibes. You really did help a lot.
I wrote a decent “hey, I’m trans, this is really hard for me but I wanted to share this with you. There will be changes to come” email months ago. I sat on it forever as I kept second-guessing myself. My family is not religious or conservative or whatever, but they are the flavor of centrist liberal that gives “ally” a bad name. They’ve also complained about pronouns and gender fluidity, tho they’ve only ever encountered it through their kids friends. They all see it as trendy dumb teenager bullshit. No one in my family has had anyone queer anywhere in their lives. Well, except for me, now. So I really had no idea x how this would go. Would they think I’d lost my mind and try to stage an intervention? Would they surprise me and welcome me with open arms? I couldn’t guess.
I fired off the letter Saturday morning. I didn’t hear from anyone until Sunday night, and I heard from the rest Monday night. To a person, they all gave me the same response: it’s your life, do what you want. We’ll accept you. End of message.
I followed up with a few phone calls, but they stayed on message. No questions or curiosity, and they absolutely didn’t want to hear any details. My dad just kept telling me to take it as slow as possible, that I shouldn’t be in a hurry (??). I was kind of like, bitch, I’ve been trying to transition since 2019 and I’ve made zero progress, I am absolutely in a hurry.
It’s now been about a week, and we’ve had no further conversations. It’s like it never happened. I don’t feel any relief or energy or confidence for the future, I just feel kind of how I felt before all this, but more tired. And dreading doing all this again with my friends, and then work. Just, ugh, I think I’d prefer if they all disowned me and I could just start fresh
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