I dont know… I felt like it
Lms if you would sit down next to him and ask him whats wrong
You got some….. ;) hehehe
I am literally obsessed, with Denis Stoff and Asking Alexandria
Only PTV Fans will understand what I have done and what they have done
When my mom gets home and I’m wearing a diffrent set of clothing
I couldn’t sleep. I am hella tired and I cant fucking sleep rn. Its annoying as hell. Like fuck. I’m tired.
parents of lgbtq youth
This post, first and foremost, is to say thank you. Secondly, it’s to say that yes, I am aware of the youth on the street because of their gender or sexuality, and the youth abused, killed, neglected, ALL OF IT. Yes, I am aware. I am also aware of all the parents that are in no way that depiction.
Tonight, I came out as non-binary to my parents. A year ago, I came out as gay. No, they may not have understood exactly what I meant when I talked to them, and no, they were not entirely what I would call accepting. But they also were not trying to hurt me. They took time and effort to understand what I was saying, and I don’t think enough people appreciate that as much as parents can be a pain in the ass, they’re also supposed to be pains in the ass that help.
My mom couldn’t even speak after I came out today. She had no words. And when she did, it was all fear that I’m being impacted by the people around me, that their behaviors and thoughts are impacting mine. Then it was my turn not to have an answer. We left it at that.
Half an hour later, I am sitting in my room, reading. My mom walks in, and the first thing she does is give me a hug, tells me she loves me, and then goes to say she just doesn’t understand.
And that’s where I think the problem is. The problem is that people are told “I don’t understand” and assume it means “I do not accept you, because you are not the same person.” No. Not always.
The amount of strength it takes to watch someone you have raised grow up and move on is hard enough. To watch them grow up, only to find out halfway through that they have something that sets them apart from your image of them, and sometimes to see it happen twice or even three times, takes enormous strength.
Now, I have recently been studying the Matthew Shepard case for a project. And one day last week, I mention it to my mother, expecting something like she always says “oh, well that’s interesting” or “very impressive”. But instead, I found her near tears. That day I learned that every day when I am out at school, or with friends, or away from her, the thing she is thinking about is that case. And all of the others like it. That every day she is dealing with the utter terror that because of who I am I will be attacked or killed or harassed.
This is thanks to all the parents that support their LGBTQ children. To all the parents who have to worry every day about their child coming home safely, who watch their child grow into something they didn’t expect when they were born. Thank you, for everything.
I’m tearing, like no joke and I don’t really tear.
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