This was supposed to be a post shitting on bad dads but I guess this is just another aspect of life that I got shit luck on and most people don’t hate their father.
This was supposed to be a post shitting on bad dads but I guess this is just another aspect of life that I got shit luck on and most people don’t hate their father.
He’s the first person (besides the psych at the military) that I came out to, and he’s also the one that convinced me to give transitioning another try after I lost hope and did nothing for over 2 years due to a transphobic therapist manipulating and backstabbing me. So without his help I certainly wouldn’t be alive anymore.