Hello, fellow beans and kinnies. Many, many of you have been asking how did I come out to my family? Well, my friends are very acceptance but soon there was a more damning task to conquer.
I had to come out to my mom.
For those of you who know, I live with my mom all alone. Nobody else bu tmy fellow brother beans. My dad passed away at a young age. Anyway, my mom has never been too approving of Ottherkin, or a least it felt like it. But I had to come out to her one way or another.
I woke up one morning and felt wonderful. Little did I know the fate and burden that was about to rest upon my head. I bean into the kitchen and sing “hello” to my mother, cringing at the high, booming “voice” i emit. i paused for a moment and grew weak at my knees and felt faint. I felt horrified. There was a large bag of beans sitting atop the counter next to my mother. I couldn’t handle it. How disgusted, scared and downright nauseated I felt. I cannot believe in my life that my mother would do this. It was in that moment that I had to come out to her.
I cannot explain the fear and the pain resting in my shoulder at that very moment. I told her to sat down. She did.
I said with hesitation, “Mom, I’m a bean.”
“What are you talking about, ((((DEADNAME))))”
MOM. “Mom I’m Bean. Please fucking listten to me.”
She replied, “You know, I never wanted a kid. I was always hoping-
“WHAT THE FUCK MOM?!??!?!?!” I exclaimed. “HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT?”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME FINISH SPEAKING ((((DEADNAME))))” I burst into tears at her calling me my deadname.
“My. Name. Is. Bean.” I declared forcefully.
“Soory, BEANBAG. I was trying to tell you, I didn’t want a kid because I wanted to embrace my true self. I am a hamster.”
I was shocked. My mom, a kinnie? “Really?” I asked.
“Yes.” Then she told me her story long and emotional story, which has deails too personal for me to share here.
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