#homophobic parents

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Whumptober Day 10 (Aaron Hotchner x y/n Hotchner)

No. 10 POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS

Taser | Whipping | Waterboarding

Alt: tears, whimpering

Warnings: child abuse (straight after the cut), alcoholism, homophobia, f-slur, homophobic parent, internalised homophobia 

Word count: 1629

A/N:  we’re bending canon a little, Hotch joined the BAU a lot sooner (like 8 or so years before aha hope yall don’t mind, we’ll say after he got his law degree thing, he did a few years of law-ing until aged 24?)

@whumptober-archive

“No, no, no, no, no, I’m sorry- I’m sorry, I s-swear-” Your words are rushed and messy as you say them, scurried back.

"Shut up, boy," Your father slurred. “My son, the faggot,”

You gave a sob, your stomach dropping. You felt like you were going to be sick. You had been cocky and it got you caught. His car wasn’t there, how were you supposed to know he was home? You had kissed your best friend, Michael, after the two of you had decided to test the waters into being more than friends and gone on a date (to see a movie). And he had seen through the blinds.

“I’m sorry, dad, I’m sorry, I swear-” The strike was expected, but still took you by surprise. You didn’t fight back, knowing that there was no point, that he was too fueled by hatred and alcohol to care.

When the hits eventually stopped, you waited, curled up on the floor, waiting for him to leave the room. You heard him wander upstairs, shutting his bedroom door loudly behind him. You drag yourself up, wincing in pain as you do. You climb the stairs slowly, knowing that moving any faster would cause more harm than good. When you enter your room, you shut the door gently behind you.

You limp to your bed, throwing yourself down, whimpering as you did so. You reached blindly under your bed hidden at the bottom of a box of photos is the cellphone Aaron got you, telling you not to tell your father about it. He'd just take it away and right now it was your only link to the outside world. You pause when you’ve got the phone in your hand, letting your emotions flood through you for a moment, sobbing loudly, hand covering your mouth in a desperate attempt to muffle them. When you’ve recovered, you dial Aaron's number, you knew that because of his work he had to keep his phone on at all times.

Aaron’s phone woke him up, turning over with a roll, he saw at the time. 3 AM. His stomach dropped seeing your name flash on his phone. “(Y/N)? What happened?”

“I pissed him off,” Came your pained reply. “I just wanted to hear your voice. Calms me down,”

Aaron gave a sigh at his brother’s words. “I’m coming to get you,”

“I can take it, Aaron,” You mumbled.

“I don’t care. I’m coming to get you,”

“I can take it,”

“(Y/N), I’m doing what I should have done at eighteen,” Aaron said strongly, “I’m picking you up and you are going to live with me and Haley,”

"No, Aaron, it's fine, really, I'm fine,"

"No, (Y/N), it's not. You're not fine either," Aaron said, "Lock you door, pack your things. Don't open the door unless it's me, okay?"

You nodded, mumbling an okay as you walked to the door, locking it. "I've locked the door,"

"Good, now pack everything you can." He said, you heard shuffling, assuming it was him getting out of bed. "I will be there soon, pack as much as you can, we'll come back for the rest."

"Okay," You whispered, "Are you sure this is okay? Haley won't mind?"

You heard Aaron quietly explaining the situation before another voice popped up, "Of course I don't mind, (Y/N)," Haley responded. You relaxed, okay, Haley didn't mind. That was all that mattered. If she didn't mind then it was okay. Everything would be okay.

"How long until you get here?"

"I'll be there in half an hour, okay?"

"Okay,"

“How bad is it?” You paused, wincing in pain. “(Y/N)?”

“I’m fine,” You hear Aaron sigh on the other side of the line.

“(Y/N)-”

“I’m fine.” You don’t mean to snap, but you do.

"Are you going to be okay until I get there?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

"(Y/N), come out, come out wherever you are," Your blood ran cold at the slurred voice from the hallway.

"Aaron, please hurry," You whispered.

"I will." You gulped as your father slammed his fist against your door.

"Come on (Y/N)!" He yelled, "Just open the door,"

Ignoring the voice of your father and the pain spread throughout your body (motivated by the time limit Aaron had given you), you looked around your room, gathering your school work from your desk and floor, shoveling it into your school bag. When you had finished with that, you moved on to your clothing. You knew that if push came to shove, Aaron would let you steal some of his clothes if you needed it. You were just hoping you didn't necessarily need to.

You don’t reply, trying your best not to listen to the comments he yells through the door, the threats, taunts, you block them out the best you can as you continue to pack. You’re nearly done, school work all in your backpack and you’ve got the majority of your clothes in another bag.

You hear the front door open and slam shut and you know it’s Aaron. Your father is silent on the other side of the door as Aaron loudly climbs the stairs, letting you know he’s here. Perfect timing, you’ve just finished packing all of your essentials into the bag. You zip it up, clutching it and your backpack in your hands tightly.

“What are you doing here?!” His slurs are more pronounced now and you imagine he’s also swaying on his feet.

“I’m taking (Y/N),” Aaron’s voice is tight and leaves no room for argument.

“You want him? Have him.” Your father snarls. There’s a soft knock on your door.

“(Y/N)?”

“Aaron?” You ask, wanting to make sure it’s him before you open the door.

“Yeah, come on,” He says, you give a small ‘okay’ as you unlock the door. You can tell that Aaron’s trying not to react to the sight of your face, littered with bruises and cuts (some of which are slightly bleeding). “You all packed?”

You nod, holding up the two bag. “Alright,” He says, “I’ll take them, you go sit in the car.” You give him an unsure look but nod and do as he says. As you’re making your way down the stairs, you hear Aaron beginning to talk. “You come near him again, I’ll kill you.”

“Shouldn’t be talking to me like that, boy, I’m your father,"

“You never were a father.” Is his response before he, too, makes his way down the stairs. “Come on, I’m taking you to the emergency room.”

You shake your head, “Aaron, no, I’m fine,” You argue as he places your bags in the boot of his car before the pair of you climb into his car.

“I just want to check, alright?” You huff but nod, knowing he won’t let it drop (and because if Haley finds out you wouldn’t let Aaron take you she’d give you her signature look of disappointment).

You watch the nurses and doctors eye Aaron up with caution at your condition. They think he’s the one who did this to you, you know it and Aaron does too - you watch his hands tense at his side. He hates the idea of people thinking he hurt you. “Are you alright?” You ask softly.

He turns to you, giving you a strange look, “Should I be the one asking you that?”

You grin, giving a small laugh, “You look worse than me,” Aaron laughs and you join in, wincing as you do and concern flashes across Aaron’s face. The nurses and doctors, seeing this realise that he couldn’t have been the one that hurt you.

You’re called in not long after that, into a small room, you sit on the bed, Aaron stood close to your, hand protectively on your shoulder, letting you know that he was here. “I think it would be best if you gave us a minute alone,” The doctor says as she looks at Aaron. Aaron nods, removing his hand from your shoulder.

“Please don’t make him leave,” You whisper, looking at the woman with wide, pleading eyes. “It wasn’t him, please don’t make him go,” She nods and you breathe a sigh of relief.

“Who was it?” She asks, you look at Aaron, unsure whether you should answer.

When Aaron nods, you turn back to her, “My dad,” You say.

“We’re looking into ways to press charges.” Aaron adds.

“What? When did we agree to that?” You ask, looking at him in confusion.

“I meant me and Haley,”

You scoff with a smirk, “Of course, she’s got you wrapped around her finger, you know,” Aaron merely rolls her eyes.

Severe bruising, bruised ribs, and a mild concussion. But otherwise you’re fine. You’re still sat on the bed, Aaron sat next to you, waiting for the discharge forms.

“What set him off?”

“I-” Aaron’s heart broke as your voice cracked and you took in a shaky breath. He knew that you were unsure whether or not to actually tell him what had happened.

Aaron gently rubbed circles on your back, “Hey, I’m not leaving - not again. I’m your brother, through thick and thin,” He soothed, “Nothing will push me away, okay?”

You nodded, “He saw me kissing Michael.” Aaron wiped the tear that had fallen, carefully guiding your head to his chest.

“It’s okay,” He whispered, you gave a sob. “It’s alright, I promise. I won’t let anything bad happen to you again.”

“I- I tried not to like him, I promise, Aaron I promise,”

“Hey, (Y/N), I need you to listen to me,” Aaron paused, waiting for you to nod. When you do, he continues, “It’s okay. It doesn’t matter who you like as long as you both treat each other right, that’s all that matters.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

#whumptober 2022 #no. 10 #alt: tears #alt:whimpering #criminal minds #fic #child abuse #alcoholism #homophobia #internalised homophobia #f-slur #slur #gay slur #homophobic parents #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x brother reader #male reader #brother reader #(y/n) hotchner #aaron hotchner x y/n hotchner #y/n hotchner

[abcitycake]

I have officially disowned my adopted mother

I'll keep it short; I'm keeping low contact with her, I'm no longer calling her mom, and only by first name. I never realized until today how really narcissistic she has been my entire life. A year ago I made a post about the ableism, and toxicity she causes. It's fucking over. I had very little relationship before with her to begin with, it was nothing more than a boss and an employee relationship. And only about money. The reason why it's over is because of one, STUPID reason..

Over a two piece swimsuit.

She's a conservative Christian and believes in modesty shit. I've realized how much of a pervert she is. Let that sink in. After this I'm taking measures for changes.

#emotional abuse #narcissistic parents #narcissistic mother #toxic christianity #girl defined #homophobia #ableism #homophobic parents

[blogofsara]

Homophob1a is awful

Here to remind you that.....Heather's parents have issued a restraining order against her only because she is a Lesbian and dating Hannah. Yes, parents who issue a restraining order against their own daughter just because she wasn't born straight. H0m0ph0bes are awful and disgusting.

#criminal case #criminal case game #criminal case pacific bay #heather valentine #chris valentine #ivy valentine #homophobia #homophobic parents #lesbian #lgbtq #lgbtq community #hannah choi #homophobia is awful

[call-me-obsessed1755]

Sad bc my (homophobic) parents are dragging me to Life Fest (a Christian rock concert) on the same weekend Cavetown is going on tour a few hours away from where I live. Come the fuck on :((((

#sad #rant #cavetown #christian family #homophobic parents

[j-vin]

Yup, sad reality: ⬇

"Good" parents when they see a 4-year-old girl with a 4-year-old boy kissing: "Oh, that's so cute, they are already falling in love! <3"

Also them when they see a 12+ movie that contains queer characters: "OMG, STOP S3XUALIZING AND SPREADING LGBT IN CHILDREN!!"

#joke #lgbtq+ #lgbt #homophobia #homophobic #homophobic parents #parents #bad parenting #bad parents #heterosexual #straight #kids

[god-of-knees]

There's this grief connected with growing up in a household that does not accept you for who you are, specifically a catholic household. Not only do I mourn my childhood, spent crying at night, begging for God to please not let the world end, but I also mourn the fact that if I would marry one day, my parents won't be there. I cry for my childhood self, growing up and realising that she is what her parents taught her to hate, but I also cry for me now, for me in the future. I know that I will probably try to go fully no contact once I am financially stable, and I am okay with that, but my inner child cries out for validation, for someone telling me that I am perfect the way I am, telling me that they accept me. The feeling of not being appreciated by my parents is embedded so deep in me that I tell people I love the words that I will probably never hear. "I'm proud of you" "I love you unconditionally" and many others. While I cannot wait for the day I move out, I also grieve the loss of my parents, not in the physical sense, but in an emotional sense.

#ex catholic #ex christian #apostate #religious trauma #mental health #deconstruction #pimo #toxic parents #homophobic parents #toxic family

[chaos-in-one]

Anyways saw my younger cousin today and she asked if I'm homophobic and after I said that I'm not (and reminded her I'm both gay & trans) and I just :(((

She explained it was because she's bi and her parents are homophobic and she was worried I might have changed and she couldn't be open around me

She's 10

No ten year old should have to worry about being open about basic parts of themselves with their family because their own parents aren't accepting

And while I feel so touched that I'm the first person she felt safe to tell it just makes me want to hold her close and keep her safe because I know what it's like to go through that, to know people who were supposed to love me unconditionally won't because of something I can't control

And it's so upsetting to know she's going through that too now

I'm just glad she knows she has at least one family member that accepts her and will back her up, I'm glad I can give that to her

#out here on the verge of tears over this rn #tw homophobia #lgbtq #lgbt #queer #bisexual #gay #homophobic parents #homophobia #biphobia

[cnth2writes]

#writing #quotes #feelings #lgbtq #poetry #reading #3am thoughts #internalized homophobia #homophobic parents #unsupportive family #messed up #wlw #bisexual

[bella-goths-wife]

Michael Myers with people being homophobic towards his S/O (male reader)

You had spent all day fussing over the home and cleaning where ever you could trying to make everything perfect

Michael had raised an eyebrow at your behaviour to which you calmly explained that your parents were coming over and that your mother was very strict with how she views how a house should be ran and that everything needed to be absolutely spotless

“Hey Michael?” You said calmly said “do you mind if you hide upstairs while my family is over? You being here would kind of freak them out y’know with you being a serial killer and all”

Michael nodded “fair enough” he thought. He couldn’t risk being detected and he knew killing your family would upset you

So by the time your family arrived, the table was set, dinner was ready and Michael was tucked away upstairs away from your family’s prying eyes

“Honey” your mother greeted you with a hug before squishing your cheeks “how’s my handsome boy”

“I’m good mom, how are you” you said, welcoming your mother and father in before giving your sister a hug

“I would be better if I had my boy back home with me” she says in a playfully sarcastic tone

“I know mom but I had to move away someday” I said while ushering everyone to the table

I put the food out in front of everyone and filled their plates. I got a few compliments on the dish I had prepared

“It’s great son, you always were a good cook” my father said with a small smile before taking another mouthful

“Yes but he shouldn’t have to be” my mother piped up, I cringed as I knew straight away what this conversation would turn into

“Martha” my dad said in a warning tone

“No Tom, it’s not normal, we’ve got a lovely, handsome boy and he’s not got a wife yet. He needs someone to look after him and the house” she said while using overdramatic hand gestures

“He cleans and cooks better than me mom. I think he’ll be fine on his own for however long he wants” my sister snapped back before finishing her meal

“Don’t talk to me like that young lady, and you should have learnt how to do that a long time ago and god as my witness I tried to teach you” my mother spat out with her hands out in a mock surrendering

I kept my head down and my eyes fixed on my plate. It always hurt whenever they talked about me getting a wife, they never knew how close I was to having a husband who I had to hide upstairs away from their curious gaze.

It’s time (y/n). You can do this

“I…I’m actually seeing someone at the moment” I said, looking up from my plate to see my fathers shocked expression and my mother’s delighted one

“You are!? Who is she?” My mother exclaimed, clasping my hands

“Good for you son, is she a looker?” My dad says with a cheeky grin on his face while giving me a playful elbow

“It’d be nice to finally have a sister in love to talk shit with about you” my sister said in a joking manner, a playful smirk made its way to her face.

“Amanda, language!” My mother scolded, earning an eye role from my sister.

“So son who is she?” My father asked again with an excited expression

“You can do this (y/n), they love you” you though to yourself before opening your mouth to speak

“They’re called Mike” I started “he’s a bit stoic but he can be sweet”

“What?” My mother asked,slowly pulling her hands away from mine, pulling a confused face

“OH I get it, he’s joking with us Martha! Good one son you almost had me” your father laughed followed by nervous laughter from my mom and sister

“Don’t back down, they’re just shocked that’s all. You can do this (y/n)” you thought

“No dad. Im serious” I continue “I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while now but I’m gay and I’m dating a man called Michael. Im actually engaged to him”

“You can’t be serious” my sister piped up “that’s disgusting why would you date a man? Your a boy aren’t you? Or have you decided your a girl now as well?”

Tears prickled in my eyes, how could she say that?

“No I’m a boy and I’m in love with a man, it’s perfectly normal or have you been trapped in the 1850’s?” I snap back

“Mom?” I say gently, she had been looking down for a while now and not moving. I see tears streaming down her face

“Your not my son” she whispers out, it’s barely audible. She gets up from her seat, so does the rest of my family

“Mom please, I love you” I say grabbing her hand

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME. MY SON IS DEAD, YOU ARE NOT MY FUCKING SON” she screams in my face before yanking her hand out of my grip

My sister and mum storm off, leaving only me and my father in the room. He’s looking straight at me yet if feels like he can’t see me at all.

“Dad please, I don’t want to lose my family, please” I begged him

“How could you do this to me?” He whispers out

“What?” I say confused

“How could you do this family?”

“Please dad” i pleaded

“HOW COULD YOU HUMILIATE ME AND YOUR MOTHER LIKE THIS?” He screams, slamming his hand on the table

“PLEASE DAD IM SORRY” I backed away in fear

“YOUR MEANT TO BE MY SON! MY BOY? YOUR MY ONLY SON AND NOW I FIND OUT THAT THE BOY THAT I HELD IN MY ARMS THE DAY YOU WERE BORN TAKES IT UP THE ASS? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO YOUR MOTHER. THE WOMAN CARRIED YOU FOR 9 MONTHS AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY HER?” He screamed, grabbing my shirt with his two fists and lifting me up

“BY DOING WHAT? DAD? MARRYING THE MAN I LOVE AND WHO LOVES ME? FINDING SOMEONE WHO LOVES ME FOR ME AND WOULD DO ANYTHING AND I THE SAME? HOW IS ME LOVING SOMEONE WHO SEES ME FOR WHO I AM HUMILIATING YOU? OR IS THIS JUST BECAUSE MY BULLIES WERE RIGHT? THAT YOUR SON WAS A LITTLE (F slur)?”

My father punched me in the face before dropping me to the ground. I looked up at him in shock, he matches my expression while he looks down at his hands, they’re spread apart with a little blood on his knuckle from my nose

“H….how could you?” I say, terrified and alone. My father who had held me so affectionately mere hours before had hit me. I touched my nose and realised it was bleeding heavily and was possibly broken.

“If you marry a man. Y….you will no longer be my son. You will no longer have a family” he says the shock leaving his face and returning to a look or disgust

I look down at the floor and contemplate my decision. I don’t get up from the floor, my tears wet the carpet below my along with my blood

“Get out” i whimper, my throat sore from all the yelling

“I hope he’s worth it” my dad says before getting ready to leave

“He is Tom, his love for me is so great that he would risk his life, yours is limited to risking your reputation” I spit out looking him straight in the eyes

He stops his attempt to leave and for a moment I think he’s going to come back. He storms out instead and slams the door after him. I bring my knees to my chest before hiding my face in my arms, crying violently.

The slammed door must have alerted Michael because I heard him rushing down the stairs. I feel his presence but I don’t lift my head, I’m too exhausted

He put his arms around me and held me on the floor. I was shocked he had never been one for affection

“I love you” I state as I cry in his chest, he just holds me closer and draws patterns in my back with is finger

He puts me on the coach and asks me what wrong with a head tilt

“They disowned me because I said that I was gonna marry you” I stated weakly,

He points at the door before pulling his thumb across his throat and then titling his head. He was asking if I wanted him to kill them

“No I don’t want them dead. I just don’t want to talk to them ever again” I say. Michael brings his thumb up to my nose and wipes the blood before raising his eye brow “my dad hit me” I say, confirming his suspicions

He picks me up and puts me In bed before holding me closely and waiting for you to fall asleep

“Yep” I think “he’s definitely worth it” I smile as my exhausted eyes close and I drift away into a peaceful sleep

Of course Michael wasn’t gonna leave it, your family hurt you and no one hurts what’s his

He already knew where they lived because of how long he had stalked you for

He killed your sister first with a throat slit

Your mother was next with a knife to the eye

Your father was next, The police found him with his bruised hand cut off and shoved down his throat and with multiple knife wounds to the back

He backstabbed you metaphorically, Michael back stabbed him literally.

Poetic justice, am I right?

#michael myers #michael myers x reader #michael myers x male reader #homophobic parents #gay (y/n) #gay Michael Myers #angst #fluff

[tellme-o-muse]

What's really fucked up about homophobic, ableist, transphobic parents is why they do it. It tricks me, and I fall for it, because its so wildly far away from the way I think. It baffles me. Discriminatory parents refuse to put their beliefs and previous experiences above the safety and happiness of their child. Occasionally and in my case, this extends to not even listening to my concerns and experiences. I don't see why it happens. Are my thoughts not worth listening to? Are my experiences null because you don't see them? You say I am clever, but am I not clever enough to do the research? Do you not love me enough to care if it affects me? Perhaps I am missing something after all.

#sooo I figured out why I keep trusting her #homophobia #transphobia #ableism #homophobic parents #transphobic parents #ableistic parents #I can't wait to not be a minor anymore

[mbrainspaz]

my mom got all teary eyed after I hugged everyone in the kitchen except her. What does she want from me? I was polite all evening. I treated her like I'd treat anyone who didn't want to get to know me. She's the one who said I was dead to her as long as I did this whole 'demonic non-binary nonsense' and she 'wants her daughter back.' I tried everything I could do to get her to see the rest of me but she never even asked a single question. She didn't want to know. She didn't want to know me. She was so amped up to be a martyr to the satanic leftist trans agenda. Are we having fun yet? How's the payoff?

honestly it hurt me to see her cry just like it always has but I just had to remind myself that she's choosing to be a victim of her own ignorance and gods know I already spent the worse part of the last decade trying and failing to fix that. I'm outta there.

#abuse tw #homophobic parents #transphobia tw #ARE YA WINNIN' MA #fml #things that happened #trauma tw #lgbtq+ #enby things #disowned #no contact

[crazyhearttragedy]

Being genderfluid sucks, especially with homophobic parents. Like, i already had insecurities with my body before i realized i was genderfluid and it only got worse after i realized just what i was feeling. Like most of the time, i don't really care what gender you call me, they all fit. (if that makes any sense.) you could use she/her, he/him, or they/them and i don't really mind any way, they just all feel right.

But then there are the days when i feel more like a boy, but since i'm afab and my parents are homophobic, i have to pretend like i'm a girl, and it just sucks, you know? like i just want to be who i am. On days when i want to use he/him pronouns, i want to be allowed to do that, but it's not safe for me to do so.

Sorry for the rant. i know this isn't what i normally write or anything, but i just had to let it out.

#genderfluid #he/him #she/her #they/them #homophobia #homophobic parents #genderfluid rant #body dysphoria #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgb alliance #lgbtq community #lgbt pride

[imasimpcentral]

WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF

Guys do not imagine Benny catching feelings for Ethan pre-transition and him going to confess to Ethan but then Ethan tells him, he’s trans and he immediately gaslights himself into believing he doesn’t like Ethan anymore because there’s no way his parents would approve of him dating or liking a man let alone someone who’s trans. Meanwhile Ethan fully expected Benny to confess to him only to be kind of dissapointed cause Ethan always liked Benny... Sorry I’ll go sit in the corner...

#mbav #trans ethan #bi benny #gay ethan #bethan #my babysitter's a vampire #homophobic parents #i just love to be sad

[when-is-tuesday]

pov: you left your phone downstairs and your alarm went off and your mom FOR SOME REASON looked at your notifications and saw your friend text you saying "i'm so bi" and asked you about it but then when she questioned you you went to go feed the outside cat (what the alarm was for) and texted the friend in a panic and fixed it (although you nearly had a heart attack). when you went inside your mom wasnt there so u assumed u were safe but then she came up and u managed to smooth over the text but then she says "I just need to understand Blank" and started SCROLLING UP where there is VERY GAY FANART so u somehow stopped her scrolling but she read a text saying "how's golfing?" -Blank "good! Redacted grabbed my wrist" -me and thought Redacted was flirting with u when she was just trying to see your phone and Redacted is very homophobic then ur mom gave you a talk like "if ur friends tell you that they're gay, tell me. they're not aloud to tell u that u can't tell anyone" or in other words "I am homophobic and probably will advise you not to hang out with gay friends and also you aren't aloud to have secrets" and then she left and u cried bc u almost got outed and Blank almost got outed and ur mom won't accept u when u come out even if she pretends to be supportive and all this reminded u that Blank thinks there are 2 genders and nonbinary and agender are the same (sad genderqueer noises)

#levi rants #homophobic parents #tw homophobia #pov thats not a pov #homphobia #bisexual #bi #lgbtqia #lgbt #queer #nonbinary #nb #genderqueer #enby #mormon parents #mormon #queerstake ig but not really #toxic parents #a bit #does it count of they make me cry and make me feel like a in my own house and try to be my bsf and dislike most of my best friends #and tell me to out my friends to them #and DON'T KNOCK LOUD ENOUGH looking at u dad

[sarosthewizarddude]

I'm friends with a bunch of other queer people and most of them have lowkey (or highkey) homophobic parents and my parents basically have everyone's undying respect because they use people's preferred names and pronouns and try to make our house a safe space for my friends who don't have that at home

#lgbtq+ #family #lgbtq #lgbt #lgbt+ #gay #queer #queer rights #pronouns #safe space #lgbtq+ rights #personal story #parents #preferred name #preferred pronoun #queer friends #friends #friend group #friend group antics #homophobic parents

[furiousgoldfish]

is it better to live under some stress and paranoia of your parents finding out youre queer and take financial resources from your family until youre stable or come out and be slightly screwed when it comes to loans but more freedom? been kicking the decision round my head for a while.

I feel like you and other other anon who is scared of getting kicked out should talk and relate to each other. This is a scary problem, and I can't tell you a good solution. Ultimately, you're the one who knows what you can live with - although you shouldn't have to live with any of this.

If there are people reading this who have faced this tough decision in the past, and decided one way or the other, please share your experiences. I feel that the anon would be helped by reading some personal accounts of what happened, and what they could possibly expect.

#homophobic parents #child abuse