Coming Out and After Math

Coming out, it's said to be the hardest, but I don't think so. I think that it's the after that's the hardest, but let's not start their, let's start at the ,well, start. I had my first crush years ago. . . on a girl. It was second grade and I remember her face, voice, and personality as if it was yesterday. She was nice, an animal lover, blind as can be without her glasses, short, funny, reader, who loved people for who they were. I still wish we had a real breakup, or at lest contact still. When she asked me out I said yes, though we agreed to keep it a secret. We had never been exposed to LGBT, family or otherwise.It wasn't until I moved far away my parents had a talk with me, almost as if they knew something. They said I could be into guys, girls, or both (they weren't very educated in gender till later). Naturally I didn't tell them anything, except when I had a crush on a boy we used to know because might as well try to pass as straight and cis until I move out. Only about a year later had I told them (thanks to my cousin teaching me LGBT stuff) after a lot of research (and an amazing cousin) had I figured out I was pansexual (someone who falls for the person regardless of gender) AND demiromantic. I sat them down and told them, they accepted that easily, however, not long later when I figured out I was transgender (demiboy to be exact) they told me it was a phase and to not tell people corrections and such. I don't regret coming out, I could have had it much worse after all, but it's hard no matter who you are. The anxiety, fear of rejection, things out of your control, I would face it all again. It's hard, they don't always seem to accept it, but when they do small things (pronouns, chosen name, stopping people from talking about things that make me uneasy) it reminds me they care and take my feelings into thought.