I started to talk to my mom about how I'm depressed and suicidal. Let's just say that it didn't go very well.
Here's kind of how the conversation went:
Me: Um, Mom...I'm pretty depressed these days?
Mom: You are? Well, almost everybody seems to be depressed. I get depressed, the people at church get depressed...it's probably because of the weather and not doing anything. You'll get out of it if you stand up and be productive.
Me: Well, I'm depressed about...that.
Mom: [Silence]...Oh. That. Geez...how many times have I told you that you just need to change your mind?
Me: You make it sound way too easier than it actually is

Mom: Well, have you tried?
Me: Yes. I've already told you. I tried it so many times. It doesn't work, Mom.
Mom: Why do you want to change your body? Do you know how much hormones and surgery wreck your body? You're a normal growing boy! You should be focused on high school - it's the most important part of your life!
Me: Well, I think going on hormones and surgery so my mind and body match would be a lot better than living like how I am now.
Mom: Honey, do you know why I even agreed to see a therapist in the first place? To change that confused mind of yours! Just stop thinking people as male and female and just think of all of them as people - with no separation.
Me: First of all, you've told me this before. Second of all, are you kidding me?

Mom: Or you could just pretend that you're a girl. Don't get married and you're all set.
Me: Mo- wait what? Why are you talking about marriage?
Mom: Because it's easier to imagine yourself as a girl that way. So you can be happy and not screw up your body.
Me: [facepalms so hard in my head that my hand goes through my head]
Mom: Besides, you believe in God, right? God wants you to live like how he created you.
Me: Ok, fine. I want to ask you something.
Mom: Yes?
Me: Say there was a baby in a mother's womb. However, the baby has a condition where if it comes out, it will die in a matter of seconds because of the condition it was born with. BUT...if it is born a specific way, the baby can live. (I got this from a film called "The Boy in the Bubble". I think the disease was SKABS or something like that - no idea how to spell it). What would you choose?
Mom: To let the baby live, of course.
Me: Doesn't that contradict your previous statement? You said that God wants everyone to live how He created them, but you just said that medical intervention to let the baby live is OK. Something that God did not want, according to you.
Mom: Well...your case is different. You're not going to die.
Me: What if I told you I'm suicidal?
Mom: Oh, you're suicidal? You shouldn't be. You have such a happy life compared to other people. Other people starve to death, while you want to screw up your body. Maybe I should really send you to Haiti and see what the people there are like.
Me: Mom, do you know how much I'm suffering right now? Because my mind and body don't match?
Mom: I think they match just fine.
Me: How would you know? You're not me.
Mom: I've been taking care of you since you were born. Of course I know what you are like. And to me, you're just a normal boy who's confused because you're attracted to girls, which makes you think you want to be a girl.
Me: Mom, are you being se-
Mom: You need to stop looking up this stuff. It keeps making you think what you're not. I want a normal boy, not some messed up unrecognizable crap. I saw what trans people looked like in TV shows before you were born, and I can't acknowledge that it's a real thing. You're a boy. A BOY.
At this point, I just got so mad. So so mad. I just left the room and said, "I don't want to continue this right now." SERIOUSLY? I don't know if I should keep talking to her again. When I kept talking to my parents when I first opened up the closet to them, I kept talking to them about it because I always kept thinking about it. They got so mad, and they kept getting madder. Should I just keep talking? Or do you think the same thing will happen again like when I first opened up to them?
Also, just to clarify about the vaccine - I think I was too vague. It wasn't a mystery shot. Basically, a few months ago, the pediatrician and my mom arranged a date for me to get this vaccine (the day being MLK day). The pediatrician never showed me the paper that is usually shown before getting a vaccine (if he did, I don't remember it). My mom later told me today that it was a shot for preventing breast cancer. She wasn't trying to hide the contents of the vaccine or anything. Sorry for being too vague - it wasn't that important in my first post, so I didn't really elaborate on it.