I came out to my mom as Genderfluid when I was 16. I brought the subject up because I had been trying so hard to find the right time to tell her. She had just gotten off the phone with my transphobic uncle, and I said, "Speaking of transphobes I need to tell you something!" I was so nervous. She was very weary and confused at first. She did her best to accept me and use my preferred name and pronouns. After I moved away from home it slowly stopped. She has disowned me since then. While being Genderfluid was only a small part of that it still hurt. However I don't think I'd be alive today if I had stayed in the closet. I was so unhappy and now I know I am being the most authentic me possible.
