Mom: You're always telling me to be "normal" and that I will grow up, get a steady job, get a husband and a house, and have a few kids. What are you going to do if I marry another female? By the way, It hurts to hear your own mother say "gay and lesbian are fine, as long as they stay away from me. Everything else is just selfish and gross."(I just like to use "queer" to describe myself) Just because I get nervous when talking to a stranger, don't call me "childish". Dealing with social anxiety is hard enough without you heckling me. You explained to me at a very young age that there was supposed to be another child between my siblings and me, so I have grown up believing that I am nothing but a replacement.

Dad: Two words...emotional abuse. You belittled me in front of my friends for being "weak" when I was unable to get my strength goal in PE(my father is one of the eighth grade PE teachers) then, five minutes later, you were the complete opposite. I genuinely get scared when you get frustrated because you lash out. Next year I won't have my siblings to take some of the yelling. It may seem trivial, but it hurts to be screamed at to wake up at 6:30 when you gently wake up my older brother at 7:00. I am terrified to be alone with you when you are in a mood because I wouldn't put it past you to physically hurt me.

Sister: When I tried to tell your boyfriend(who also happened to become one of my close buds) about my sexuality, why did you act like you where ashamed? It's no problem, I'll take my gay somewhere it can't "infect" you.

Brother: "I don't feel comfortable around trans people."(mother responded with "It's fine, just be nice") As if it is a disability. You better get comfortable. I'm not suppressing myself just so you don't feel uncomfortable.(I am currently questioning my gender identity)

PS: Dear Cross Country Coach...

You encourage us to do more than one sport at a time, then shame me for doing cheer. You may coach basketball, but you don't have to show blatant favoritism towards them. Thank you for criticizing me for being in pain when I:

1. Nearly broke my finger in PE and it hurt every time I ran because it would bounce up and down. I also couldn't bend it to stabilize it.

2. Was limping during practice. I fell during a meet onto my knees. This isn't inherently bad, but I have Osgood Schlatter, so my knees are already messed up. My worse knee went down on a rock that stabbed up into it. I couldn't straighten my leg properly for nearly a week.

Thank you for making me into an emotionless shell because I would rather keep my emotions inside than show them and be embarrassed by my own coach in front of my entire team.

Thank you for coming to my pity party. I can only vent here because I don't feel comfortable talking to my friends, and you read what my family is like.

(Disclaimer: I know that these things may seem very small to some people, but they truly hurt me.)

Good luck to anyone else going through the same things.

EDIT: By the way mom, just because you birthed me, it does not mean you have the right to see me in anything less than a T-shirt and shorts. I don't care if you were comfortable with your mom seeing you half-naked. If I'm not comfortable with it, you should respect that instead of calling me unreasonable.