I've been going through some hard times, and it feels like it's just getting worse and worse. When I finally thought my dad was going to accepted me for being a transgender, I was wrong. He's never supported me in anything, as a little kid my parents would tell me that I could be or do anything I want when I grown up but the older I got the less and less they supported me. As a little kid instead spanking me properly for discipline my dad would whip me 10 times with a leather belt. Telling what I wanted to go to college for would be to hard for me. My dad forced me to go to his college he went to up here in Lincoln, NE called Union College, a Seventh-Day Adventist school.

2 years I went to that college before I dropped out. My dad thought it would be best that I stayed up in Lincoln, NE because it was a small city. He bought me an apartment and paid the rent for me while I was jobless. Then after 7 years I finally found a job and four years after having the job that’s when I knew I was a transgender. A couple night prior to coming out to my boss I connected the pieces together from watching another transgender vlogs on YouTube.

I then got myself a roommate, that my dad was pissed that I did that, I finally told my dad that I was a transgender and he was livid about the whole thing. He thought I was and still is in a that I’m trying to change his beliefs or opinions, which I never tried to do in the first place. so, in conclusion my dad has made me hate being an adult and has forced my brain in wanting me to be a babyfur and get a parent that actually loves me for who I am. I have a fur mommy now that's actually going to physically adopted me and take care of me since with this much PTSD I can't live on my own any longer. But my dad with prefer to live on my own instead, so that's why I'm being adopted to get away from him.

I'm working on my art and as soon as I start posting it I'll be finally opening up commissions.