Today was… something else.

Right after taking my cap and gown pictures, I got pulled into the counselor’s office because an adult told their “truth” of what happened. Spoiler: it wasn’t the truth.

I tried to explain myself and I literally said, “I try to be nice to adults every day, but adults are disrespectful to me.” it didn’t matter; they ignored me and blamed me anyway.

At one point, I said something about getting gender dysphoric, and somehow Mrs. Dickerson decided I called her a “gender binary.” I didn’t call her anything. I was talking about my own experience, and she twisted it into an insult so she didn’t have to face what actually happened.

And here’s the thing:

When LGBTQ+ people are being disrespected and we’re still trying to stay kind, we eventually stop sugarcoating. We stop shrinking. We stop pretending everything is fine. We tell the truth plainly because no one else in the room is listening.

Then I got forced to write 20 sentences saying “I will respect adults.” I wrote them, but I pressed the pencil so hard it scraped the desk. That’s how done I was.

After that, they sent me to lunch late, into a loud hallway, without my headphones. Sensory nightmare on top of everything else.

And all of this started because I didn’t want to take off my hoodie and expose a shirt that doesn’t match my identity. They said it would “look bad” under the graduation gown. Meanwhile, the gown actually made my chest look flatter, so that was the only win today.

Anyway… I’m tired.

Just needed to get this out.

Thanks to the people here who actually listen.