Coming Out
“****, it’s time for dinner.”
“Coming mom!”
I slowly decendended the stairs, one foot in front of the other. Today was the day. The day I decided, weeks ago, that I would come out to my mom.
The only problem was that I didn’t quite know what I was coming out as. But I will tell her what I know. I am not a boy. My name is Izzy and my pronouns are she/they.
At first, I thought I was a transgirl. But I didn’t feel like I was a girl completely. Only partially. As for my sexuality, I knew I was asexual, but I didn’t know about the genders I was attracted to romantically.
I stopped in the middle of the stairs and took a deep breath. I need to do this. At this point, my gender dysphoria was so bad that it’s almost noticeable. And I would rather tell my mother than have her figure it out.
“Mom?” I said, my voice cracking. I continued walking down the stairs.
“What is it sweetie?” Mom asked, walking over to me from the dinning room.
“I... have something to tell you.” I looked up at her, “Something- something really important.”
“Come sit down, you can tell me while we eat.”
I nodded. I followed her in the dinning room and sat down. She sat down on the seat across from me.
“Here,” She said as she passing me a plate, “I made your favorite.”
I glanced over at her. She was placing a peice of chicken alfredo pizza. Her face was calm, but almost... expectant? Like she knew that a had something to say for a while now.
“Mom... I- I’m not a boy. And I would prefer to be called she or they.”
My mom looked at me for a few seconds and then began to nod slowly.
“Ohhh,” She said, “Oh.”
We both sat there in silence. Mom stopped nodding and took a deep breath.
“So, are you... a girl?”
“I... don’t know. Yet.”
Mom nodded again and then began eating her slice of pizza. I merely sat there.
“What do you think?” I blurted out.
“Hmm?” Mom chewed up the bite pizza in her mouth and the swallowed, “What I think about what?”
“About me... not being a boy.”
Mom smiled and put her pizza down.
“It doesn’t really matter to me. If you’re not a boy then you’re not a boy. There’s nothing I can do about that. All I really care about is if you’re happy.”
I grinned. “Thanks mom. Oh, and one more thing?”
Mom looked back up at me.
“Could you call me Izzy from now on?”
“Izzy,” my mom said slowly, “I do like that name. It may take some time to get used to it but I’ll try.”
I grinned and looked down at the pizza on my plate. It looked delicious.
But I was far too happy to eat it.
