I came out to my father as trans over five years ago. When I came out to him again as Genderfluid recently, he admitted that he never really saw me as a man and that he quote “knew I wasn’t trans” but was trying to be “supportive” because I was “confused”. It feels almost cartoonish in its ignorance, looking back on it
He then went on to say that he thought I was cis and bisexual: “because you’ve shown interest in women and men.”
I’m not cis. I’m not bisexual either. But at the time, I simply assumed he knew what was best for me and agreed. It felt like being forced back into the closet after years of being out, as if I were signing a contract that allowed me to be “socially acceptable” to him. I started being “she” again. It was easy for my father to use biphobia to his advantage (though i think it was mostly out of ignorance), and focus on the “straight” part of being bisexual. Again, I am not bisexual. I dated a boy for a week, but it very quickly became apparent that we were not going to work out. Ever since, my dad has simply assumed that I am his cishet daughter and is happy to leave the “old me” behind.
It took me a long time to be comfortable in my skin again. I didn’t feel like myself for a year and a half before I realized that I didn’t have to be what he assumed I was. I’m finally happy with myself again. I love my dad, but it still feels like a knife to the heart to be reminded he doesn’t understand anything about me.
(This is longer than I intended it to be. Feel free to disregard, delete, or ignore this submission /genuine)