*squeezes Gato* I'm sorry for this fucking awful day. It will get better.
Speaking of fucking awful days, the other shoe dropped. My parents see me as a man, and further believe that I'm meant to be a man, and wouldn't even agree to refer to me by female pronouns until I stressed repeatedly how much being misgendered is hurting me. They disagree that transition is the best course for me, though they admit they don't know of any better way for me to deal with gender dysphoria. The level of evidence Dad would accept to convince him would be a CSI Miami-esque collection of complete brain and body scans, with a total accounting of where this or that part diverged from normal. Good luck diagnosing any body-mind variance at that level (ie bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, OCD, depression, social anxiety... forget diagnosing anything), but he's stubborn.
At the end of this honestython I came out as bi after asking them how they would feel about me dating another woman, followed by asking the same of a man. From what I gather, they'd disagree morally if I dated another woman. A little less disagreement if I dated a man, but they rationalized that it would be sort of logical. They haven't thought about it enough to really know one way or another. Mentioned that my special someone could be either one, my straight up telling them that I was bi... but I'm not sure I was understood at all.
The upside is that they're not the disowning or cutting off types of people, and despite me feeling like crying uncontrollably or killing myself, they aren't opposed to talking with my psych about their questions and hangups.
