My family never followed the churches rules to say the least. After I came out as non-binary my mom had us stop going for a couple of weeks. She did not mind nor did the rest of my family, but we knew we had to keep it on the downlow. It's not liked my family was embarrassed of me; we all knew it was for the better. 

When I was younger, I always knew I was different from the other boys. Sometimes I wanted to sit and playing with my sister wear their clothes, other days I wanted nothing to do with them. Once I turned 16, I was certain with myself. My folks were the first to find out, and soon after I told my sisters and younger brother. They still misgendered me sometimes, but I knew I had to be patient they were trying. They corrected themselves and apologized profusely every time they messed up. 

Though me hiding behind my reading and writing was ended when dad slipped up at the local dinner. When going put in public I was the one who deiced to have them not use my pronouns because if others overheard and caught on, I did not want to see what would happen. Words spread fast in small towns. 

By the time I got school on Monday, it was a shit show to say the least. My locker was damaged, and kids kept pointing and making fun of me. Teachers were on their side, to them it was wrong. I did not mind to much the only time saw them were for main classes, I don’t take extra classes so I sneak out of the school during this time. There were a few kids who did not seem to mind me, but who knows if they did not care, or did not want to cause a scene. 

My way of cruising along has changed but it's not too bad.