This is about being misgendered constantly, sorry if that isn't immediately clear
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I know there's still a point. I'll get to the point someday where they'll recognize me for who I am. But, shit, I don't know how I'm going to make it for two months here between semesters. Gonna try to live in my grandma's empty house or be out as much as possible. I mean, not that anyone cares, but.. Yeah, here's a rant.
My mom always says she refers to me as they/them when she talks about me but then only does it maybe 25% of the time I'm around. She'll apologize sometimes but it sounds like more and more of a hassle to her every time she apologizes. She always taught my brother and I that apologies don't mean anything if the offense continues even afterward. And that's sticking with me.
I love my mom. I know that so many people have it way worse than me, with parents who don't even try to accept them, or who can't even come out for fear of consequences. This is just my context of dysphoria and I pay full and total respect to every one of my viewers' own.

Wondering what's the point doesn't mean I've lost this "fight," if you want to call it that. Wondering what's the point doesn't mean YOUVE lost either. The better days will come, no matter how it hurts to wait. They will not, can not, control you forever, whoever the "Who" in your life may be.

Thank you for listening.