Alright, so this is gonna be a long 'un. Just explaining where I've been and what's been going on since the last time I was on here (which I believe was when I quit Indiana Beach).
Oh, God, where do I begin? I guess since quitting Indiana Beach, I have had a little more time? I dunno- Summer was a blur since it was the same thing- Indiana Beach, Special Olympics, work, work, work, Indiana Beach, Indiana Beach, repeat. Although I kinda hated the beach and it's management, I don't regret working there. I got a good thing for my college resumes, I learned a little bit from a professional, made a couple friends, and it was a good experience for me. Not enjoyable, but good. I feel like I improved with my art while I was there and have a job on the side. I've had a couple people come up to me asking for caricatures, and they've been pretty good.
After summer, junior year kicked me in the butt HARD. I went into the Career Program (CP), which is a branch of the International program. I've gotten all A's except for my 2 DP (Diploma Program; in other words, harder than AP) classes. Those hurt my GPA so much. Other than grades, school has been pretty good to me. My teachers are awesome, and some of them, I've actually grown close to. Everyone is calling me Danny now (if you don't know, I'm transgender, and I hate my birth name, which is very feminine), but the story of it is interesting. So there's this kid, Cole. On Halloween, I wore my fursuit of Danny to school, and was helping the Diversity Club help the Harry Potter Club set up something for Halloween at the school. Now, Cole was in the HP Club. I'm in the Diversity Club. He called me a furfag when both the teachers were out of the room (out of the school, even). I stayed calm and said, "Well, guess you're right. I'm a furry, and I guess I'm a faggot." Alec (one of the seniors, who is a friend of mine) came up to me and whispered, "That was completely unacceptable. He shouldn't be saying that, especially in this environment." I left to go trick-or-treating, and that was that. I didn't think anything else of it. The next day at school, I was talking with
TundraK1tt3n at breakfast. Greg, my cousin, said that one of the teachers wanted to see me. She said that she was so sorry and that he was kicked out of his clubs and was put into sensitivity training. I didn't see it escalating that far, but it did. Later in the day, I was called down to the office. The vice principal asked how it was at home and if my parents were accepting of me being trans. I said no, since my dad hates me being this way. She suggested I see a social worker, and she set me up with who I see every week now. I have never been so thankful. Since that, the social worker emailed all of my teachers and asked them to call me Danny (which all do), and that led to students catching on and doing the same without batting an eye. I've been in a better place now because of that.
Speaking of my transition, I am finally getting somewhere with my mom. It's been just about 2 years since I came out to her as trans, and she hasn't really done anything different. Now with 2018, I promised myself I would be a new man. I wasn't going to take being not heard again, because that led to something I don't like to think about. I needed to be heard this year. I put my foot down and basically bugged my mom to get me a gender therapist so that she can see that this is who I am. She kept procrastinating, so I did everything for her. I compiled a list of therapists in the state of Indiana that I would go to, and Alec even threw his therapist in. Long story short, my appointment is Tuesday. I'm going to the same therapist as Alec, and he said that they immediately put him on hormone blockers and when he turned 18, they transferred him to another hospital or doctor where he started T. So I'm pretty excited, yet so nervous.
I think that's pretty much everything I can think of for right now, and if you wanna ask me something, go right on ahead. Although, I will reserve the right to not answer a question if I don't feel comfortable answering it.