Hello everyone~ The megathread is very eepy this week so I am being very quiet and not posting a whole essay as that might disturb their rest. The megathread does a lot of work for us after all, so they deserve to rest a little. Our regularly scheduled effortposts will continue next week.
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I fucked up. I was cuddling with my little brother and I out of the blue asked if he knew what transgenderism was. He said yes, but there was an awkward silence between us. Also, he accidentally hit my chest which noticeably feels harder as I am wearing a bra that contains a thin foam pad.
I am not currently planning on ever coming out to my family. But ever since accepting that I am trans, I am finding it increasingly difficult to self-censor. A moment's yearning to be free of my burdens, and I slip up.
This situation isn't good. But I can't tell how much of it is driven by a genuine need for personal security against my parents holding shit against me, vs me just not wanting openness with them after 10 or so years of self-repression.