Oh my shite, I went there
So yeah. Obviously you gotta LOVE my title. I figured out a few months ago that I hate being identified as she/her, and that I rather be they/them. NOT he/him. So at first, when I was 12, I was in the midst of my depression. Cutting, drinking -yes alcohol-, getting high, and kissing my female roommate at the FPA residential facility.
I figured “I must be Lesbian!”
And then: Oh. Shit.
Why? I’m adopted into a devout Italian Christian family. It doesn’t matter that I’m only almost 15 years old, I’d be booted back into foster care asap. My depression got worse then. Why? Because when I was almost 14, I knew I was pansexual, and that I identified with both males and females. I only came out to the internet just yesterday.
Thankfully, I got a therapist for my depression that I wrote off as from my PTSD from before I was adopted. I was prescribed meds, and I can tell her anything and everything. I love K.
But as anyone with similar situations probably know, it’s too hard to pretend to be a girl after a while. Or a boy. Or to pretend to be straight. Please DO talk to me. This can be pretty lonely.
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Also: love dory!!!!!!