I'll warn you now, this is pretty much just me venting with a few good things thrown in.
Not sure if my weekend was good or bad. I go to a residential high school, so they give us one long weekend a month when we have to go home. This one was from Friday to Tuesday, so we came back yesterday and had no classes.
On Friday, I figured out that we're filing for bankruptcy again, which obviously sucks.
On Sunday, my dad used the right name and pronouns for me for the first time; I came out to my parents over a year ago, and he's just now trying, but at least he's making some effort. I figured it would be a pretty good weekend, because I generally don't come home because he always calls me the wrong thing or calls me a lady.
The next day, I got my name change papers ready (my mom and I have been working on them for awhile), and he refused to sign them. I have to have both parents' consent before I can file them, because I'm a minor. He eventually signed them after my mom told him that he had to, but it really hurt that he wasn't willing to do that for me.
On Tuesday night, when I was already back at school, I was talking to one of my friends on the phone. I was excited to be talking to him, because he lives a while away from me and I really like him. I was really enjoying the conversation, until his mom woke up and heard him talking. She asked who he was talking to and he said he was "talking to Brendon; I think you'd really like him". Her response was "Well, he sounds like a girl!". I ended up saying good night and going to bed.
I guess my point is, I wish my dad and I could communicate better, I hate my voice, and I hate being reminded of how I sound.
