I was at the Formula E race with my dad today, and it was fantastic, had a great day, even as rain threatened to ruin it for us. And that is entirely true.

But, while this didn't ruin the day for me, I can't shake the fact that my dad didn't put it on Facebook. He always puts it on Facebook, every gig or event we've ever been to together, he's put on Facebook, and he didn't, and I know fine well why. He didn't put it on Facebook because he didn't want to tag me since I changed my name. He couldn't bring himself to acknowledge that I am who I am, especially on something public(ish) like Facebook. No matter how nice a day I have with my family, today or in the future, it may never come with that kind of acknowledgement again because they are ashamed that I am who I am. They might never tag me in anything again, because they would rather do that than acknowledge my name. And, of course, they'll blame me for it, act like it's me being unreasonable for expecting it of them.

The only small upside is that this weekend was the last thing. I didn't want to pick a fight with them over it until after this weekend, because it was something I was excited about and I didn't want it ruined. With that out of the way, the second I get a job and move out I'm going to make it very clear that they accept me for who I am or I won't have anything to do with them. It's sad that I don't know which they'd choose. And that, if they chose to continue to ignore my identity, I'll be the one who gets the blame for it.

I just wish they weren't so ashamed of me.