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Before my session today, I had homework to do. I had to write a script about how I was going to talk to my parents about the whole gender identity thing. This seemed like a great idea. I mean, I’m a writer. I write from time to time. Some people might even say I write every day on some sort of “bloeg.” Surely I could come up with something effective, especially since I was prepped on a good method of doing such a speech, and it seemed completely logical and effective to me.

I then went about putting off writing this script for the entire week, and wrote it at something approximating the last minute. I just finished it a second ago.

And now I kind of feel like I’m falling apart.

In some ways, I almost wish I didn’t have a good relationship with my parents. I almost wish I didn’t give a shit about what they think. But I do. I really do. And I feel like they’re the biggest obstacle I have. Just attempting to write something that explained my situation to them, and how I love them, this isn’t a personal attack, and I can’t help it, and I have to do something about it. Dammit, just doing that put me on the verge of tears.

How the hell am I going to talk to them?

I know I’ll do it. I know I’ll move on afterwards. I know my parents are completely awesome, and they will, eventually come around once they understand. It just… the idea of fighting with them over this again makes me want to hide under the covers all day.

I mean, nobody, least of all me, said this would be easy.