so I reported my previous counselor for not dealing with my obvious transgender issues as many people insisted and suggested I do so. I guess the lady called my mom and told her what had happened or something and now my mom is mad at me saying I need a psychiatrist and medication, that never in her life of having me for 19 years has she heard of anything and that I'm obsessed or OCD because I have a skylanders toys and my little ponies and she is insisted that's mental illness because I like the show and have things from it. She thinks ever since I read some article about some DMV trans person getting their liscense picture I now think I'm transgender which isn't true, I just brought up the article to her one day. I have known about my gender issues and femininity for the longest time since high school, even before that when I played with dolls as a child and loved sailor moon, bratz dolls. Whenever I would go to my friends house I would be with his sisters putting in dresses and make up and stuff, I was never with the friend. But somehow I'm making all this up. Somehow I'm making up how I shaved my legs when I was little because I obviously didn't like the body hair but no, she yelled and berated me to never shave my legs again. If anything it's always been her suppressing this or diverting it to my supposed adhd, which I quite honestly don't believe I have, I more than strongly believe it was a misdiagnosis if they knew what I was going through at 8 years old in 4th grade; I asked the class to call me Stacy and they all laughed and mocked me, my brother included. Since then I was diagnosed as adhd and put in adderall until i was a freshman , then I started to explore gender and style and make up even, just fun things but my mom hated it but had no control of it. I loved Jeffree star and emo bands, just generally fxcked with clothes, wore skinny jeans and scoop neck shirts, even mascara and eyeliner sometimes. But somehow I'm mentally ill and making up all this. I'll be 20 in November if that means anything but to her I'm still a child with zero choice. She is oblivious to my transgender needs and keeps scapegoating it through mental illness. It's not like I have anger and depression about my trans issues because I'm dreaming out for help but she just sees the anger and fits as mental illness or adhd, that I have anger issues and not trans issues. She says it's okay to support LGBT but not to mention gay or bi or transgender and she reminds me time to time again that I'm neither of them, as I once questioned my sexuality to be bi; however a year later making out with a guy it was the worst thing ever, girls are just so much different and better that's all I can say really without being graphic but yeah I mean. Like. She still holds onto some belief that I think I'm bi or gay when I know I entirely I am not, and in fact I know who a I am, a girl. A woman. Transgender is ultimately a label but she fights the term transgender when in reality I'm just a girl. Female. I don't know what to do anymore and I'm done with her games. My first counselor ever urged my mom to take me to a LGBT clinic specific for trans youth. I came out to him and he was so supportive. She then took me out of his counseling immediately after coming out to her, put me in with this new lady who was trying to diagnose me as bipolar for collecting the toys and the shows. Then she was trying to question my atheistic secular views, I mean that just REAKS of conversion and reparative style stuff. I'm at a loss here. Any suggestions?