Yesterday has been a really shit day.
Well, actually it wasn't that bad - at first. I came out to my aunt and uncle and they were totally cool with it. My aunt even asked me some questions - and not only the stupid ones. I told them to call me Mateo and they tried. Of course it doesn't work that good the first time, but they tried. And that's what matters.
But my father acted totally ignorant the whole time. When I said that I am trans he didn't even look into our direction. He just looked straight at the TV and said nothing. As if this conversation between me and my aunt didn't really happen.
And the whole evening he used the wrong pronouns. Even though I always corrected my aunt and uncle. (I don't correct my father, because I don't dare to.) And he fucking knows that I'm trans for almost a year now. Why the hell is so difficult to not even try?
And one time when he talked about me, he noticed that he was gonna say 'she', but instead of just saying 'he', he just paraphrased it with the verb he was gonna use in connection with the pronoun. Well, thanks, "dad". Thanks for your "support".
He also told me that I am dump and my uncle told me that I got fat. Yeah, thanks, I didn't notice. Do you think I like being fat?
I fucking know that I am fucking fat. I fucking have a fucking eating disorder. So telling me that I'm fat is not really a good idea, you know?
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But people on Twitter are soooo nice to me rn. ☺