I am a bisexual, gender fluid, 17 almost 18 year old. My cousin was older than me. I was around 8 at the time and they were 12, they came out and helped me discover myself. We live pretty far from each other, different states. I hadnāt heard from them in years. They wouldāve been 16 around this time. One day, I came home from school and was thrilled. I won top student of my grade, certificate in hand and golden trophy in the other. The mood was different. Absolutely drastic.
āItās all her fault!ā I heard, an angry Aunt yelled, slamming a piece of paper in front of me. I was confused. It was my fault? I grabbed the letter and saw the familiar writing of my cousinās writing. Small drops of red were on the paper and the ending of the letter was sloppier than the rest. It was aā¦ note. A note for after. A note for me. It was thanking me for being supportive, even if I was younger. It said how Grandma was degrading, how she told them to off it because they werenāt normal. My certificate was ripped out of my hands and torn in two, my aunt pointing at me with tears in her eyes as she blamed ME for it.
I was thankful my mom was supportive, because she was quick to reprimand the woman I used to call my aunt. Itās been years since that incident and EVERYDAYā¦ Everyday I wonder if things couldāve been different..