“I don’t want to hear you saying anything like that to our family. You don’t know anything about who you are yet. But you’re certainly not that.” I heard that too many times in my life. While I can understand, being a sixteen year old at the time, I didn’t know everything about who I am. I was still basically a child. But just like a six or ten year old knows what gender they are, what veggies they despise, or their favorite television show, I knew I wasn’t normal. While normal has a different definition depending on who you ask, I’m speaking of society’s definition of normal, which can also vary depending on the place. One thing most can agree on is that a normal person is a cis level-headed individual. We’ve been fighting to have your sexuality …show more content…
We’re almost there, but we still have hate and dissociation. After a long time of being confused and feeling left out for around ten years, I came to a number of conclusions; I Thought I was Bisexual at eleven, then when I was fourteen on, I realized I am Pansexual. Bisexuality is when you have a preference for either gender, and Pansexuality is similar in definition, but a bit different. Pansexuality is having an attraction for an individual regardless to biological sex, gender, or gender identity. I define it as I have feelings for someone no matter who they are; I will love them for who they are inside, their gender does not matter to me. I found such a huge relief and amount of happiness when I realized who I was, and that I was not alone; there were many other people like me and they accepted me wholeheartedly. My family and friends on the other hand, would be a whole new ball game. I willingly came out to my baby cousin when I was thirteen, who happily accepted me and never treated me any different. Her sister was a different story. She had heard my confession to her younger sister and went straight to our mothers and told them what I had said. Nonetheless, I was in big trouble. My mother sat me down and