My dad sat down to talk to me about health insurance, wanted to know when I was getting a job, and how would I support myself. I braved these questions fairly well, and patiently, I think.
Then he asked why I have hair on my face.
My parents don't ask and I haven't told, until now. Tonight, my dad asked questions, a lot of them, and I am too overwhelmed to write about it in detail right now. But he wasn't mean about it. And I was as patient as I could be, considering my lungs were shaking the whole time. And in the end, their biggest concern seems to be how to deal with the shame and embarrassment of anyone else knowing about me. He said my mom was devestated. He seemed to be trying to understand. But it's up in the air if I will be avoided from now on or not. And yet I feel strangely calm. But that the silence has been broken...
...for now, I'm relieved. But what this means for the future, I don't know.