CC image courtesy of Pixabay, Animus Photograpy. Trigger warning: Detailed descriptions of abuse. HA note: The author’s name has been changed to ensure anonymity. “Maya” is a pseudonym. I don’t even know how to begin to explain myself. Here I am sitting in the place I am forced by income and circumstance to live in (my parents’ home) outing myselfRead more
CC image courtesy of Pixabay, Animus Photograpy. HA note: The author’s name has been changed to ensure anonymity. “Marais” is a pseudonym. My pseudonym is Marais. I am 17 years old. This is what happened to me when I was 12-14. I was part of a not-very-well-known homeschool group called Regina Coeli that was part of a bigger religiousRead more
CC image courtesy of Pixabay, Animus Photograpy. HA note: The author’s name has been changed to ensure anonymity. “Ella” is a pseudonym. On the surface, patriarchy and sexism did not impact my childhood as drastically as many of my homeschooled peers. My parents encouraged higher education and my mother believed that women should be able to support themselves. I wasRead more
CC image courtesy of Pixabay, Animus Photograpy. By Shade Ardent, HA Editorial Team ‘A woman’s place is in the home’ ‘We were created to be his helpmeet.’ ‘You will stay at home under my authority until I hand you over to your husband.’ ‘You need to be more submissive.’ ‘There’s no need for college.’ ‘Courtship not dating is what’s rightRead more
The whitewashing of struggle influenced me in ways I wouldn’t and couldn’t understand until decades later.Read more
“When I’m big I want to be a boy like you”
My four year old self thought I was giving my cousin a complement. However he saw otherwise; I was beaten, called “faggot”, then pushed down the stairs. That complete rejection from a family member was enough to scare me into submission for the rest of my childhood.Read more
I don’t know when I started trying to ignore everything about myself.
It must have been early in my childhood, but the further I look back, the blurrier the memories get.
I’m Alex, and I spent twenty years being raised in a radical Roman Catholic homeschool community.Read more
“Do you want to go to counselling?” my mom asked.
She asked this after she and my dad had spent at least two hours interrogating me on my faith, the most terrifying conversation I’d ever had. At seventeen, I’d tried my best to explain my own agnosticism through tears, saying how I never truly believed what they did. I hadn’t come out as trans, but coming out as non-Christian alone proved to be terrifying.Read more
My name is Elliott Grace, and I am a homeschool alumni.
I am Non-Binary Trans, and this is my coming out.
This is probably one of the hardest things I’ve written up to this point.Read more
Kid me, 9 years old.
Hot summer evening in the Midwest, post-bathtime, pre-bedtime. I’m running around at home with just shorts on, and my mom freaks out that I don’t have a shirt on. I don’t understand why I can’t be like all my male friends and go shirtless, but somehow I know better than to say so.Read more