It's been a year and a half since I came out to you. I'm sorry I didn't end up being what you expected, but I was really hoping your words of acceptance would turn to actions of acceptance. I came out again yesterday, this time to my younger siblings too, with a new name. You said that they both accepted me, but they ignore the elephant in the room too. It hurt when you pick me up from the airport, and the first words you said, was the name I shed a year and a half ago. I don't want to have to confront you about this. You're going to get angry, and defensive, and the blames going to end up on me again. But, I really need you to start using my name. I'm Ophelia now, I know I'm not the boy you gave birth to, but that boy was never happy, and your daughter is trying to learn to be happy. A year and a half isn't an adjustment period anymore, you're just showing that you don't care about my feelings now