A letter from January 23rd, 2020

Dear FutureMe, It’s been getting a little rough. Mom and I have been getting along, and Dad and I are as normal as ever, but it just seems like we’re pushing the problem aside. Did they ever accept you for who you are, as a trans dude? They still deny it and even go as far to suppress every bit of it. Dad still ignores it. I wonder if he even remembers. Did you get to transition? It’s been on my mind forever whether or not I’ll ever be able to do it. Between the looming idea of going to college and leaving the house, I imagine money is strained. Did you maybe go to live with Alan? He’s a good brother, but he also doesn’t really accept it either. It hurts, really. Meeting new people hurts. Meeting old family hurts. Going outside hurts. Showering hurts. Looking in the mirror hurts. I just wonder if that pain ever went away. I hope to God it did. I can’t handle it much anymore. I hope that the future treated you right, and that you’re now feel happier, look happier, and live happier as who you’re meant to be. Who we’re meant to be. Signed, Your past self, Robin.