I know I posted a topic yesterday, but...let's just say that my mother complained to my dad about how I was so "sick and twisted" that my dad blew over and said, "If you want to be a stupid F***ING MESSED UP GIRL then GTFO. If you want to stay, then man up and BE A BOY. WHY? BECAUSE YOU'RE A BOY! A BOY! A BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Well, I decided to stay because even if I did run away, I don't think it would be a good time to. I have braces on right now and stuff. Also, my dad technically gave me the option to stay in his house and be a girl, but I would have to throw everything out of my room (even furniture), stop going to school, and get a job. But if that's the case, I'd rather live somewhere else. *sigh*
You know, I was just thinking...should I report this for abuse? Because this is clearly abuse (at least, emotionally). They're using fear and my emotions to control me. I "stay as a boy"? They embrace me and go all "oh we'll give you whatever you want - even that electric drum set you wanted". If I transition? They yell, give me the bird, and kick me out. They will disown me.
Do you think I should report this, or stay quiet and just waiting 3 more stupid years? I could wait 3 more years...but I think all the stress will kill me and cause me to commit suicide. I was already thinking about suicide before, and it's even worse now because I feel like my parent's f***ing puppet or some crap like that. I can't live my life. I have to live the life my parents want. Even for just 3 years, I can't handle it. Even today, I got so mad just because of all the stress. And of course, my mom lectures me and goes all "if you want to be a good child, then study for the SATs and don't yell at us".
F*** this, I'm trying to stop myself from f***ing crying. I can't keep pretending to be happy. I'm already tired of it, so I kind of stopped pretending. And then people wonder why I'm so sad. *sigh*
I feel like I will commit suicide tomorrow, even. I might see the kitchen knife and stab myself or some crap like that. I don't even know anymore because I can't control myself. My life is out of my hands. It's in my parents, and they can create the "perfect son", whatever that THING may be.
I could wait for 3 more years, but I don't know if I can. I can't even take control of my life. I'm a stupid, lifeless puppet controlled by the monsters known as my parents.
I could report this for child abuse, but it may be ignored because I'm trans.
You know what's funny? My mom was talking to me yesterday about how demons entered me and were trying to control me. "Honey, demons entered your head. "Become a girl. Take hormones and surgery. You'll be happy," they chant repeatedly. Well, guess what? Demons lie. They manipulate. They just want you to go down the wrong path. Don't listen to them and ask God to remove them from you, my son."
How f***ing ironic.
Edited for foul language.