I came out as a furry to my dad today in the car. I was terrified but knew or... thought... he'd support me. I told him and the look on his face made my stomach drop. Pure, undisguised, dissapointment. I used to wear tails and stuff but stopped because wtf do you mean I'm not allowed to bring it out of the house? Whatever ig. He said "I thought you were done with that animal stuff. It's delusional and childish" And when I pointed out that many adults are furrys he said "Those people are unwell" He said I should talk to my therapist about it. Probably hoping she would change me or some shit. I told her and if anything she was on my side. Fuck him. I feel like no matter what I do he judges it. Like he's never proud of me unless I get good grades or some shit and he still doesn't care then. I have to go to bed right now. See you tomorrow you absolute BEAUTIES -Astro