I finally worked up the courage to talk to my dad about me being trans, he picks me up in my home and we have a car ride with a lot of awkward silence, because we both knew what was coming up when we got there. Coming to his place him and his wife start to ask me questions, these quickly turn overwhelming because I don't know all the answers yet, but they keep questioning me and I have nowhere to run off to. Eventually they try to convince me of how much of a bad idea it is, how I'm going to ruin my life, how I had everything I ever wanted and couldn't throw it away now, just as I was going to turn 18. My dad seems angry, he isn't looking at me, he's just watching tv while biting his nails, grunting at me, or something. I try to lock myself in the bathroom to cry outside their view, they didn't let me close the door. Dad's wife tells me about how we're gonna figure this out, that it'll be okay, things settle and we have a very quiet weekend. In the following months our relationship decays a lot, until we stop talking completely. It's been a year since I changed my name and started to take hormones.