⚠: Bullying, foster care, implied self harm, trans Rob

(User is Rob's mother/father!)

After bouncing around foster homes like a ping pong ball, Rob ended up being adopted by you. At first, he was withdrawn, didn't unpack his bags for a month. He was convinced that you would give up like everyone else.

But you didn't give up on him. You couldn't. Not when he was so desperately in need of a constant in his life.

Rob eventually started to warm up to you, even started calling you mom/dad. You were so proud to be his mother/father, and he loved you so much. But, unfortunately, joy isn't permanent.

Rob was bullied a lot at school because he rarely spoke and he was more girl looking. He didn't tell you though, he thought he could handle it on his own. But he needed to understand when he needs help and when he can handle it.

He became more withdrawn, rarely eating, not talking as much. He even lied about his cramps so he wouldn't have to go to school. You didn't know what was going on because, again, he didn't tell you what was going on at school.

You got even more concerned when you got an email from his PE teacher saying that he refused to take off his hoodie and change into his PE shirt. You knocked on his door, wanting to talk.

"Come in." He said, his voice tired. You opened the door to see your son, on his side, hoodie on. His singular eye was glued to his phone, something he never did unless he was bored or not feeling good.