NyxCasual Contributor
Ranting about family issues
Content warning, mentions of past suicidal ideations.
Ever since I was a kid, I thought I wouldn't live that long. Even at 12, I was pretty sure I wasn't going to make it past high school, and I certainly wouldn't reach 18. I don't know why I always assumed that. I never thought it was worth planning for a future when I clearly didn't have one. I wasn't likely to take any active steps to cause my death, but I wouldn't have tried to avoid death either. I was holding on for other people, so they didn't get hurt. I'd be weighing up the pros and cons of being alive, and the scales definitely fell on the 'con' end. I didn't really have anything that I wanted to live for.
Last year, I realised I was transgender, and a lot of that changed. I couldn't imagine living the rest of my life in a female body, with everything feeling wrong and uncomfortable. But for some reason or another, I realised I wanted to keep going. Even if it sucked the entire way, I wanted to transition, move into my specialist field, and have a life past my teens.
I came out to my parents, who weren't accepting of it. They knew in the past I had struggled with severe depression, and suicidal ideations. The idea of actually being myself, and living a life of my choosing gave me a will to live. I thought they'd be stoked. Nope, they spent the entire year, every time I brought it up, convincing me it was a terrible idea, and I was crazy. I tried to talk to them, go to therapy with a mediator, tried telling them the facts, all my feelings about it, letting them open up, nothing worked.
They kept saying I was nuts in a variety of ways, but never told me why they didn't believe me. I only asked them to use my name and pronouns. For a year. Several times, calmly, in tears, logically, begging them for the same respect they'd give to a dog. Now that I'm out of there, I hate them. I can't believe I let them walk over me, and convince me I was crazy for an entire hellish year.
I don't normally get angry, but this is the biggest betrayal of trust I've ever had. I thought it would be an easy coming out, that they'd be fine. They put me through my personal hell of having to choose between myself, and them. If I didn't have support from other people, I'd still be there under their thumb. And they still say it's my fault everything went south with our relationship, despite them straight up ignoring me when I talked about mental health issues completely unrelated to my gender. Despite them using my little sister in arguments against me, even though I asked to keep her out of it, and never brought her up in my arguments. Despite the fact that my mother said something that still keeps me up at night even a week after moving out.
I hate them. I want them to understand what they put me through. How dare they? They were my family, we were close, now they're trying to convince me it's my fault the relationship broke apart, despite the fact that they promised they'd love me no matter what. They lied. Apparently me standing up for myself, and being myself was the condition to their love.
I had to leave for my own safety, keeping myself safe from myself mostly. I still really miss my little sister, but the only way I can see her is if I see them. I have to stay in contact with them, or I'll never get to see her. and I need to stick around, to show her I haven't abandoned her. It's complicated.
But now that I've moved out, I want to keep going for my own sake. Even if stuff sucks, I want to persevere through it. I'm angry, I'm still sad about my sister, but I feel like I'm alive, and I want to stay that way.
Any tips on how to cope after leaving a really toxic or abusive situation? and is this what it feels like to have a will to live?
