memories of childhood are fuzzy and i only know the details of the traumatic moments. there’s a lot of thouse though so i have endless childhood memories anyways so it’s fine :>. but i think i came out around less than a year after i knew. and my mom accepted me, for about a week. then it turns out it was a test or something? she saw i was happy to be gendered as a woman and concluded i’m AGP faketrans because of how much it made me smile. yes she said AGP i heard it from her before i heard of it online. then we didn’t talk about it for a year, then she brought it up to check if i gave up on the delusion yet and i didn’t say much because she already abused me for many years before any of this so i knew this was going to be more bait from her to start a fight. so she lashed out, told me i will 41 (yes she said it like that) anyways if i stay trans so she won’t care about me. then she used me being trans to defend herself when it came to CPS and the rest of the family sometimes questioning the sheer extent of her abuse. it always worked lmao just told them im a tranny and then her abuse wasn’t the topic anymore. i diy-d the moment i turned 18 because i was prepared. after that it doesn’t matter anymore but yeah that’s when i knew and why i was forced to rep for like 5 or 6 years. in that time i self-isolated in school and talked to literally no one, i just couldn’t deal with having to be a man to everyone else,
my favorite moment is her saying i was abusive because i called her a transphobic TERF. it’s my favorite because i never called her any of that since she really quickly self idenitified as both of those so it wouldn’t be an insult so why call her that.
oh she said she’s transphobic but then told me later she’s not and didn’t know what it meant. she apparently thought it means a real phobia like that of spiders, which she has of trannies. when she learned it implies hate she no longer said she was that because she’s a good person and a christian so she doesn’t hate. obviously