So today, for pretty much the first time, mom came to the campus with us for one of those stupid admitted student days. ... >_<
I normally wouldn't mind, but I can't get her to call me a boy and she talks. and talks. and taaallks. To everyone, often mentioning me. Yes, that's wonderful. I now go from having to tell people who don't know me I'm a boy to telling people who not only know me as a girl, but have heard it from my freaking mother. I've got enough to worry about with stupid single-sex locker rooms, and now this. Wonderful, really.
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sorry ry, it must be tough. I am sure your mom means no mallace. maybe you can sit her down and explain it to her? or try atleast?
I tried, I really did. I gave up after she promised she'd call me a boy until graduation and immediately started calling me a girl *more*.
I'd rather just not deal with it right now. I'm stuck with her all summer, she's clearly not changing her mind anytime soon, and the last time I tried to get her to understand I made it worse.
I so empatise with you! That's actually what it's like with my mum.
Why do parents do that?! Do they think it'll make us accept what we "really" are?
no more blogging?
sorry, just haven't had much to say on this, I guess. ^^;
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