As the title says, I've been out for a year now. I'm not sure of the exact date, but I know it was this month (April).
It didn't go well at all. Well, not with my parents. My friends were 100% on board with it. They were all proud of me for coming out, actually. One of them always tried to get me to go into the men's room with him. My parents, however...
My father didn't get why I couldn't just be a "butch lesbian." He says that "You see all the gays and lesbians on the news, and they're not trying to change their bodies." Duh. Because they're not dysphoric. They're not trans*. It's called LGBT for a reason. We're all part of a spectrum.
My mother, well...she flipped her lid. Called me "Freakenstein" and said that she should've had an abortion. She's okay with it now, I guess. We don't talk about it much at all. I heard her talking about it a couple months ago, and she said that I'm "still her child."
With the support of my friends, and my own realizations of who I really am, I've really grown and changed over the part year. Me and my mother even left my father last October. (He's an abusive buttmunch.)
To anyone struggling with coming out...it gets better with time once you finally do. I promise. There's always sun at the end of a thunderstorm.
