I told Mom how I feel and that I’d rather die than go through female puberty and living as female causes me unbearable anxiety and I need to live as the boy I know I am. I tried to explain everything to her calmly and clearly.
She started yelling at me and this is what came out:
- she doesn’t have time for my “crazy antics”
- if that’s how I really feel, she’d rather I kill myself than have a freak like that as a child.
- "What would your father think?!"
- I’ll never be a man, I’ll just be a crazy frankensteined dyke
- I’m going to start wearing girl clothes, she’s been letting me get away with this queer sh*t for far too long
- She’s taking me to see a priest
I can’t do this. I don’t want to live like this. I’m done.