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curiousconch · 3 years

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Escape

Chapter 8 of Ricochet (An Open Heart AU)

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Chapter Synopsis: Heather attempts to escape her captors. But will she succeed?

Pairing: Rafael Aveiro x MC (Dr. Heather Song) | Bryce Lahela x MC (Dr. Heather Song)

Words: 1.5k+ | Genre: Crime, Suspense/Thriller, Romance

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / violence, language

Author's Notes: This chapter took me too long to complete, since I hit a creative block. Grateful for @eleanorbloom for giving me tips to overcome it (thank you! 🥰🥰🥰)

Thank you so much for taking time to read/comment/reblog this series. Please let me know if you want me to include/remove you in the tags list. Also, disclaimer: Majority of the characters are owned by Pixelberry, except the main character Heather Song and an OC Jordan Anderson.

Heather held her tears at bay. Frankly, all she wanted was to let herself go.

But she can't. She didn't want to give her captors the satisfaction of seeing her break. When Declan Nash removed her blindfold, he thought it was enough to pulverize her will. Heather was determined to prove him wrong.

"I'll pick up the second dose. Start on getting rid of the pretty doctor first," she heard Nash say to the other man, right before he left.

She watched closely as another man approached her, his features slowly revealed by the dim light surrounding them. The hair at the back of her neck stood up when she recognized the face of her kidnapper.

Jordan Peter Anderson, the Edenbrook janitor. Pete, as he was mainly known.

Suddenly, it all made sense. That's how he had access to her things, how he can easily know her home address, her schedule, all details of her life without suspicion. He was just another face in the sea of people that came in and out of the hospital. A fairly common and trusted face, at that.

She just wondered how Declan was connected to him. She wanted so much to find out. But now, she had to focus on preventing herself from whimpering as Pete violently dragged her to sit on a chair. He tugged her wrists free before slamming them on a metal table. She instantly winced with the impact.

That was when she saw the back of her hand, where an IV cannula was attached to an exposed vein.

What the hell was he planning?

She found the answer sooner than she thought.

She followed his movement with her eyes as he picked up a syringe from a nearby table. It was filled with a clear liquid.

"I take it you're familiar with potassium chloride, Dr. Song?" The janitor sneered as she gazed in terror at what he was holding.

She knew. Potassium chloride overdose can cause cardiac arrest when administered via IV, and in overdose, was fatal. Her mind raced with comprehension.

He's out to kill. He's not going to spare me. This isn't just a game. Her mouth went dry, refusing to accept the possibility that she may not live another day.

Her hazel eyes can only stare at the man who was about to murder her. For a moment, she was filled with helplessness, the tiny semblance of hope in her quickly dwindling out.

No! I'll overcome this. This won't be the end of me. She willed herself to think. Heather Song is one hell of a woman and she won't come down without a fight.

When he was just a single step away from her, inspiration struck.

As he reached for her, she leaned her head back, waiting for the perfect timing. Once he was near enough, she braced for impact and gave him a headbutt. He fell down to the ground, howling in pain. Heather took the opportunity to flee, liberating herself from the chair.

As she tried to take off, a struggle ensued. She was instantly dragged backwards, the force nearly knocking her out. She felt a sharp prick on her neck before she turned and kicked the man on the groin.

He wailed. Heather didn't wait for him to recover and ran for her life, fear and desperation egging her on. Her bare feet heavily hit upon the concrete floor, as she removed the gag from her mouth.

"HELP! Someone, please help me!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, sprinting. Her bruised arms pushed back against the plastic tarps and navigated the narrow corridor blindly.

Soon, she saw an open threshold nearby. She decided to aim for it. When she was almost there, someone grabbed her from behind, making her scream. She strained to break free from the hold, only to be pulled back again.

"Heather," a voice urged. "Heather, it's me!"

She recognized the speaker, making her stop in her tracks. She turned around and looked back into the dark brown eyes of the man in front of her.

Rafael.

At the sight of him, an overwhelming sense of relief flooded her being. She leaned onto him, feeling his strong presence encapsulate her in a tight embrace.

As the panicked adrenaline to fight for her life slowly dissipated, a rush of tears stained Heather's cheeks like an overflowing dam. So she clung to him, convincing herself that she wasn't imagining him and that her whole ordeal has ended.

"It's okay, love. I'm here, you're safe." Raf whispered, his lips kissing the crown of her head.

But she wasn't.

She felt her knees begin to buckle, her whole body shook. There was a sharp pain in her chest, while her vision of Rafael slowly blurred.

The last thing she could remember was the gentleness of his touch, before her world whirled and faded into darkness.

***

He can only watch the helicopter that airlifted Heather to Edenbrook Hospital. When she was found, a syringe was stuck on her neck, and the paramedics suspected a type of poisoning. Her sudden collapse and the unknown nature of what caused made the situation urgent, so the response team decided it was best course to fly.

Even though he yearned to accompany her as she fought for her life, he was hastily denied that right. Rafael seized that away from him, taking it upon himself to stay with her instead.

He wanted to be the first person she sees when she wakes up, to hold her hand, to assure her that she will never have to face horrors like this anymore. But fate wasn't on his side this time. It never was.

So Bryce chose action. He first called in ahead to give Dr. Ramsey the few details they have on hand. He couldn't bring himself to follow her to the hospital. His mind dictated that he wasn't useful there. Instead, he made himself useful somewhere else.

And there he was, standing in the middle of the crime scene as he hang up his phone.

Here is where I can help Heather, he thought. I have to find what was in that syringe. It might be her only hope.

His tired eyes scanned the floor, trying to pick up any detail that may be valuable. He walked around looking down, flashlight in hand, determined to find just about any kind of clue.

He winced when he saw blood. Heather's. His chest tightened, anger rising within him. That fucking sicko, I swear I'm gonna give him hell.

Bryce continued prodding around until he heard a soft jingling noise, making him stop. It felt like he just kicked something. He knelt down and found a torn plastic case and a clear glass bottle. He put on his rubber gloves and picked it up, reading the label. Realizing what it was, he quickly dialed Sienna's number and waited for her to pick up.

"Bryce?" he heard a familiar voice on the line, but it wasn't Dr. Trinh.

"Jackie?" he felt an immediate pang of worry, hearing the frantic exchange of voices in the background. But he quickly shook the feeling away. He had to focus.

"I found something that might help Heather. There's a bottle of potassium chloride where she was taken, it's empty. I think that's what the suspect injected Heather with."

"Gimme a second," Jackie said. Bryce waited as he listened to Dr. Varma ask for Heather's blood workup from a nurse. "Her potassium levels are elevated, and she's in cardiac arrest. This makes sense, Lahela."

"She's in cardiac arrest?" A lump in his throat formed, his grip almost slipping from the bottle he was holding.

"Yes. But we're trying to get her out of it. Your intel's gonna help us figure the rest out," Jackie said, and he sensed her hesitation before he heard her next words. "She'll pull through. So quit yapping and get your ass over here."

The line went dead.

It took him five minutes to scale down the building, get into his car and hit the road.

***

The environment in the ER was charged by the frantic beeping of the machine, signalling Heather's ongoing cardiac arrest.

"We've got suspected hyperkalemia," Jackie sprinted to the doctors surrounding Heather's limp body as she got off the phone.

"Of course," Dr. Ramsey nodded, as he referred to the latest lab results. "A potassium chloride overdose would've caused her coronary infarction. It may have also caused her temporal paralysis, making her lose consciousness. Do we have her weight?"

"Yes, Dr. Ramsey," Sienna dictated Heather's latest weight to the senior attending, allowing for him to compute for the correct dosage for the prescription.

"Calcium bicarbonate for the IV, Kaley please," the male doctor handed a piece of paper where he scribbled the dosage needed.

"Don't we need to do haemodialysis?" Jackie stood beside him, as she prepared a tourniquet and tried to find a vein where the saline solution can be injected.

"No, we aren't too late, the potassium haven't bound to the cells yet. Watch out for other symptoms though," Like a well-oiled machine, Heather's mentor gave instructions rapidly, taking the lead role in her treatment.

The nurse went back with the prescription and Jackie setup the insertion. As the liquid began to flow, they waited and watched the heart rate monitor overhead.

It took a few seconds before the beeping slowed down into a steady rhythm. There was a collective sigh of relief.

Heather Song just narrowly escaped death.

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elsirasonlibrary · 3 years

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Darkness will descend on the Seven Marine Kingdoms

and the Light that illuminates them

will inevitably fade.

The Pearls of Destiny must come together

and find the Realms of Life, so their colors will glow and bring peace…

and they'll let the Light shine again.

«Hey Nimue, what are you up to? Still closed between your old shells of knowledge?»

The jovial voice made the old mermaid's hand, that was holding the shell with the recording of an old prophecy, away from her ear. «You're just like Liam!»

The gaze of the silvery-haired mermaid settled on the face of her sweet heir, causing her lips to stretch in a maternal smile: «Like mother like son, they say.»

The younger one took the shell and put it at its place among the others, not paying too much attention of what it said.

With a sunny laugh, she gently took the hand full of wrinkles. «Come on, come out of this place! The ceremony will start soon, aren't you excited?»

The old siren replied by widening her smile and letting herself be helped to get up. The two swam side by side through the illuminated corridors of the castle, the soon new Queen who kept up with her predecessor, who, despite the more than seven centuries that she had on her shoulders, was still lucid and able to move quite independently.

Halfway down the corridor, adorned with marine flowers, fluorescent colored mosses and corals, the two sovereigns saw a merman coming towards them, both of whom they knew well. Smiles of different nature went to paint on the faces of the two.

«Mother, let me help you.»

Nimue didn't give Liam much attention, instead she placed her eyes on the face of her successor. One thing that had never been successful in Hena was to hide her emotions; Nimue had scolded her several times and the young mermaid managed to control herself better in public, but when it came to Liam, there was never anything to do about it.

The old mermaid shook her head with a slight sigh and stopped shortly before reaching the threshold of the room, behind which the celebrations were just waiting for the three of them to start, earning two pairs of perplexed eyes looking at her. Without saying anything, she gently took the hands of the two young lovers and made their fingers intertwine in front of her, her eyes fixed on the union. «This is your moment. My time is over and you two must definitely take over the kingdom by now. You don't need me anymore.»

Hena's eyes became worried, but soon that feeling was thrown into oblivion, thanks to her partner's grip on her hand, being replaced by positive emotions as soon as her blue eyes met with his honey-colored ones. A now confident and grateful smile spread her face, while together the two entered the Hall of Ceremonies, let the guards announce them and went towards the two thrones that dominated the huge room.

Nimue remained to observe the two young lovers so dear to her while they took their rightful place within the Marine High Society. Affectionate and pride mixed in her heart, creating a harmony of emotions she had the joy to feel just few times with such purity, despite her long life. Life which was about to die out, but she wasn't worried about it at all: her heir, Hena, the mermaid not even 150 years old by her son's side, was more than ready to reign without needing her help anymore.

She still took some time before entering the room and letting herself be taken by the etiquette that High Society claimed with such fervor, observing what was shown to her just outside the castle. She observed the coral gardens that surrounded the perimeter of her house, the expanses of nacre that guided guests inside like a trail of diamonds, the sea creatures of all species and sizes who enjoyed playing with each other. But her gaze didn't stop at the surroundings of her castle, no: it wandered further, towards the rest of her home, Atlantis. From the illuminated palace, she could see her whole city, circularly arranged around the castle.

She wished she could devote a little more to that moment for herself, but the guards came to call her: she was needed to continue the ceremony. The Coronation was a special event, it marked the beginning of new eras for the marine world, and this could not have taken place if the previous queen did not physically pass the crown to the new one.

For more than a century, Hena had been at Nimue's side and had gradually learned everything she needed to reign over the Seven Seas, exactly like the queen she expected from her to be. Of course, she never expected that such a deep love would blossom between her son and her heir, but Nimue loved life for this reason too: it was full of unexpected events. She had been very happy for the two of them, she had long considered Hena to be like a daughter and had been thrilled when they had talked to her about them with so much transport and honesty from the beginning. She truly hoped, deep in her heart, that the two could continue and support each other on that arduous path that was, not only the life of a ruler, but also the marriage.

Nimue took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a brief moment, then headed for the hall, escorted by the guards. While swimming towards his successor, she crossed the sovereigns of the Seven Marine Kingdoms, who handed over to the two guards who escorted her their offer in honor of the new Queen.

«Our species lives in water. The element of water has always been intertwined with the female image, so traditions want: Arctic Ocean, North Pacific Ocean, South Pacific Ocean, North Atlantic Ocean, South Atlantic Ocean, Indian Ocean, Antarctic Ocean. Each of the Seven Seas has its own sovereign, which governs as she best wishes on her kingdom. I now, Seven Sovereigns, ask you if you agree with the coronation of the present Hena of the Aegean waters as the new Queen of the Seas. Are you ready to follow her, refer to her guidelines and indications for your Oceans, thus starting the new Marine Era?»

The seven mermaids stood side by side in front of the thrones, each bowing reverently in front of the sovereigns while making their oath.

«I, Dyra of the Barentes waters, ruler of the marine kingdom of the Arctic Ocean, swear absolute loyalty on my part and on my people to the new Queen of the Seas, Hena.»

«I, Kaylin of the Bering waters, ruler of the marine kingdom of the North Pacific Ocean, swear absolute loyalty on my part and on my people to the new Queen of the Seas, Hena.»

«I, Kalei of the Apomila waters, ruler of the marine kingdom of the South Pacific Ocean, swear absolute loyalty on my part and on my people to the new Queen of the Seas, Hena.»

«I, Victoria of the Biscay waters, ruler of the marine kingdom of the North Atlantic Ocean, swear absolute loyalty on my part and on my people to the new Queen of the Seas, Hena.»

«I, Madison of the Ocracoke waters, ruler of the marine kingdom of the South Atlantic Ocean, swear absolute loyalty on my part and on my people to the new Queen of the Seas, Hena.»

«I, Priyanka of the Bengal waters, ruler of the marine kingdom of the Indian Ocean, swear absolute loyalty on my part and on my people to the new Queen of the Seas, Hena.»

«I, Hania of the Ross waters, ruler of the marine kingdom of the Antarctic Ocean, swear absolute loyalty on my part and on my people to the new Queen of the Seas, Hena.»

Nimue turned to her own heir, who was facing the bowed heads of the rulers of the Seven Marine Kingdoms, a true reigning look in her eyes. The blue eyes of the young mermaid met at that moment with the silvery ones of the old one and only after a few seconds she bowed and pronounced her oath: «I, Hena of the Aegean waters, agree to abandon my name and become the Queen of the Seven Seas. I swear absolute loyalty to my vassals and agree to provide them with service and assistance, making me their humble servant and sovereign. I swear loyalty and collaboration to the current rulers of the Seven Seas, who will be my right arms in the administration of the Seven Marine Kingdoms. I will keep the traditions of our people alive, honoring the Gods and Ancestors and accepting their judgment, humbly asking for their guidance and willingly accepting their punishments, praying that they will fall on me, just me.»

«From this moment, I, Nimue of Atlantis, name you, Hena of the Aegean waters, Hena of Atlantis and Queen of the Seas.» An almost unreal silence dominated the room at that moment, while the Queen took off her crown and rested it on that of the new regent. «From this day forward, a new Era begins for the marine world. The Era of Hena of Atlantis.» Only then Hena did open her eyes, lift her head and stand up, letting the room fall under her gaze. «Make sure yours is a just and peaceful era, Queen Hena.»

A single chorus of voices spread across the room, perfectly united as if it were only one: «Long live Queen Hena!» Every single merman and mermaid inside the hall at that time was bowed, eyelids lowered, lower tails, palms of hands and foreheads brushing against the precious nacre floor.

Only two figures stood out in that harmonious reverence: Hena of Atlantis and the guard who stood by her side, but the new queen was too enraptured by the set of emotions she felt at that moment to notice the latter. Just as she failed to recognize the movement of the water that would have warned her of the weapon being stripped from its sheath.

Her eyes barely had time to settle on the blade that was extracted from her belly, causing a slight involuntary jolt of kickback, before everything became dark and she could no longer perceive anything.

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13-reasons-ideas · 5 years

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Finding Peace in Another Part 5

A/N: So sorry for taking so long to update. I had MAJOR writers block. I wanted to make this a slow burn but I just couldn’t resist. I am going to update two chapters tonight. The next chapter contains smut just a heads up. Sorry if the spacing is weird. Enjoy! TW: mentions of parental abuse and violence.

After a slow morning, lunch finally rolled around. Tony and I walked to the cafeteria together and he told me about the merits of cassette versus CD in his car. I didn’t really follow since none of my family or friends back home is really that in to cars but I nodded and asked questions at the seemingly appropriate times. Going our separate ways as usual I went and sat with the jocks who seemed to be very engaged in a game of Fuck, Marry, Kill.

“Hey Becca, you want in?” Bryce asked.

“Sure. Who am I choosing between?” I agreed as I began pulling out my lunch and setting it on the table. Scott has long since stopped giving me shit for my “boring crime against sandwiches” as he so eloquently put it one Friday afternoon.

“The Chrises.”

“Okay. Is Pine included? Because I could honestly take or leave him.”

“Nah. Evans, Pratt, and Hemsworth.” Scott answered as Montgomery sat down. He did a double take at Monty’s state. He was still bandaged from last night.

“What are we playing?” Montgomery asked nodding at Scott.

“Fuck, Marry, Kill.” I responded before turning back to Scott and the rest of the boys. “Easy. Kill Pratt, fuck Hemsworth, Marry Evans.” I told them, ticking them off on my fingers in rapid succession.

“Explain? And how much thought have you put into this that you can do that so fast?” Bryce asked, surprise evident on his face.

“Not that much honestly. I’m not really a big Chris Pratt fan so kill him. Fuck Chris Hemsworth because he could dirty talk me in his deliciously smooth Australian accent. And marry Chris Evans because he’s adorable. Who wouldn’t want to marry that man? He’s like the sweetest, most innocent man to grace the streets of LA in I don’t know how long. And have you seen his dog? Dodger is reason enough.” I explained to them as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Bryce shrugged accepting my answer, and the rest of the team murmured sounds of agreement. I turned to Monty and jerked my head asking if he wanted in. When he nodded I stopped to think for a second. “Okay. Scarlet Johansen, Kaley Cuoco, or... Emma Watson?”

“Kill Kaley, fuck Scarlet, and marry Emma.” He responded smoothly. I only nodded in response. The boys looked at me as though I should ask for an explanation.

“What? The man has taste. I don’t need an explanation.” I told them simply. Scott laughed and we played a few more rounds before the bell rang. As we got up and left, I pulled Montgomery aside. “You’re going to want to remove the dressings on your hand and brow tonight. Make sure to clean everything again before you go to bed and after you shower. Oh and try not to sweat too much at practice.” I told him, examining the bruising to his face.

“I know. Not my first rodeo but thanks for checking in.”

“Anytime. Have a good day, I gotta head to class.” I replied before turning and walking to class, trying not to think about the boy I patched up having to go through that pain before and, most likely again in the future.

Montgomery and I had been talking more and more in the past few weeks. We had spent more time with each other than I anticipated when I first met him. That first night he came to me for help was not the last. He would swing by after school if there was a fight with a student or, as I came to discover the third time he showed up under the cover of darkness, his dad was on another violent rampage and took his anger out on him. A couple of times my dad was home, so we had to sneak around quietly and I had to patch him up in silence. My dad was a heavy sleeper so he probably couldn’t hear us, but it seemed like a better option to stay quiet. Since he wasn’t around much, he couldn’t really tell me what to do without acknowledging that fact, but I figured not letting him know about the boy who came to me bloody a couple of times a week and slept in my bed, was a good way to avoid a fight. After a while he would come by at night just to talk.

My friendship with Montgomery slowly but all together quickly began to morph into something more. When my dad wasn’t home we would talk to each other about anything and everything while I patched him up and fed him. We also talked more at school. It seemed to everyone else that we were just becoming more comfortable around each other, like Scott and I. But to us-at least from my perspective-it was more than that. Montgomery made me feel like myself again. He made me feel a little more whole. I knew about his reputation at school, but I felt safer around him than I had felt with anyone in months. We decided to go for a mid-night walk in the hills, away from people, so we could just… be. We did not have to worry about labels and what other people thought, or about parents who weren’t around or didn’t care. As we walked along the path, he took my small smooth hand, holding it in his large one, rough from years of sports and fighting. And when I shivered, he gave me his jacket so I wouldn’t be cold. Finding a bench that overlooked the town, we sat down and started up a game of twenty questions. Initially we stuck to safe topics; favourite cereal, worst subject at school, Coke or Pepsi- he’s a Coke guy thank God, before moving on to heavier topics. I felt him put his arm around me and I leaned into him to rest my head on his shoulder. As we got to talking more and it was his turn, he asked me “what is the most painful thing someone has ever said to you?”

I felt my breath hitch as I was brought back to the day my world crashed around me. Staying silent for a long time, I whispered back “maybe we can talk about that some other time.” I felt him nod and run his hand through my hair. Changing the topic, I asked him another simple question, “dogs or cats?”

“Easy. Dogs. But not the little ones. Big dogs.”

I smiled at him. “Good answer. Your turn.”

He took a deep breath and asked me softly, almost afraid of what my answer would be. “What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

I gasped a little at his question. It caught me off guard but not in a bad way. I turned my body to look at him. He was looking down at his sneakers. I lifted his chin and whispered, “why don’t you do it and find out.” as I leaned in. His eyes widened for a second and then he closed the gap. His lips met mine and I saw stars. He was so gentle, and his lips were so soft. I felt his hand come up to cup my face as I wrapped my arm around his neck, after a few moments I pulled away. Catching my breath, I quietly said “Montgomery, will you please take me home?” I saw his face drop and I amended my words, “take me home Montgomery.” As I spoke, I ran my hand up and down his chest, hoping he would get the hint. I watched as he grasped what I was asking, his eyes moving to search mine.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his breath heavy. I nodded and smiled at him.

“Yes. Please.” I asked, breathlessly. He kissed me deeply again before pulling me up and pulling me close to him as we walked back to his Jeep. As we walked, I saw a familiar leather jacket, its owner standing near a tree, and upon arriving in the parking lot I saw the telltale red Mustang.

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kidsafe · 7 years

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Need Support

Q: hi, I am new here and am in need of some support. I am 29 years old and my dad told me about a month ago that he was transgender. I am fully supportive of him but this is very hard for me. It is tearing my family apart. I cannot change the pronouns I use for him. He has gotten his ears pierced, grown his hair out, and just now shaved his beard and mustache off. Don’t get me wrong I love him and support him because he was a total a** when I grew up and has completely changed so I love it now, but this process is very hard. I just need some support with people that can relate and help me through this. Thanks in advance! A: Welcome to the COLAGE community. Now is the perfect time for you to join us. Yay!

Your family is a going through a significant transition and, naturally, it’s challenging for your heart to accept. I’m struck by your determined self-care considering your circumstances. Not only have you realized that you’re hurting and that you need support, but you’ve realized this and pursued support swiftly. You learned about your dad being trans and began to witness a lot of physical changes only a month ago – that’s not much time! I hope that you’re able to remember this as you examine your own experience with compassion. I have a trans parent too. My dad began to openly live as a man when I was young. Today, I call him Dad and I use the pronouns he/him/his, but I didn’t adopt that language immediately. It took a year or so for me to adjust my pronoun use. It took even longer for me to consistently refer to him as Dad rather than using his first name. Now that I’ve been using the new language for over two decades, it’s become normal rather than new. This language, which originally resonated best with my dad, has come to reflect my own reality in a way that the old language is no longer able to do. As time goes on, you may be surprised by how you feel about language pertaining to your dad. In retrospect, I certainly feel surprised.

It’s OK that you need time to process what your dad is finally sharing with you. It’s also OK if you feel a sense of loss. You may notice yourself hopping between the stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Again, this is all OK. Judging by how you phrased your question, you already seem to have a sense of what’s not OK: using transphobia to disrespect and hurt your dad. That’s never OK – even when your dad has one of those “total not cool” moments! You don’t want to use transphobia maliciously; you want to support your dad. So if you, for example, notice that you’re not using your dad’s pronouns because you want him to hurt and not because you’re grieving, then it’s time for further self-examination. Trust me, engaging in that kind of behavior doesn’t make anybody feel better ultimately and it certainly tears families apart. Again, welcome to this community. Please don’t hesitate to check in and share with us what you learn. Let’s keep learning from each other. By the way, if you haven’t already joined COLAGE’s People with Trans Parents group on Facebook, please do. It’s a great place to find support. You’ll find me there as well as many others. To join our secret group please email [email protected] and let them know that you would like to join the PTP (People with trans parents) group. -Morgan Pronouns: She/her PTP community member

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