Hey guys.. Sorry in advance this looks like it going to be a long rant.
So a week ago I talked to my mom. I'd decided a few days before that I was going to tell her at some point over winter break since I figured the tension between us was going to make the both of us explode soon anyways, and I can say pretty harsh and hurtful things when I'm upset so I thought it best to avoid a situation like that. I ended up telling her a couple of hours after I came home that I was thinking that I might be a boy. She thought I meant intersex, then I tried to explain gender dysphoria to her, but then I had to go to my friend's so I left her with her thoughts to do a bit of her own research. It didn't go as badly as I feared it would, but didn't go as well as I hoped either. The next morning we had a long conversation where I tried to tell her how I felt and she was sort of trying to understand but kept interjecting with stuff like "but you always did this .." or "you never had this problem before" and lots of blaming herself for not letting me express myself as a child. I told her that it isn't her fault even though I think she played a big role in exacerbating whatever it is that's going on in my head, but blaming her isn't going to solve anything.
So I thought, great, my mom is on my side and wants to help. This is what I wanted, right? Well.. My biggest problem is that I don't want to go against my religion. Sometimes I might not be fully convinced, sometimes I think the interpretation isn't exactly correct, but in the end I do love my religion and I wouldn't want to do something that would go against it, especially not something permanent. This isn't to say that I view myself as a model muslim because I'm far from it, but I do wish I was more religious, more spiritual. So when my mom asked me if I thought transition was an option, I said if it was islamicly allowed, then it was an option. I didn't outright say I wanted to transition. So she started to search for an answer. The one I'd previously reached was that it was allowed if there was more to it that just a whim, so I was hopeful. To give me a peace of mind about the whole thing my parents (yes my mom told my dad) even invited a respectable religious scholar over to talk things through. Turns out it isn't, unless you're intersex. Well that shoved all my hopes down the drain. His recommendation (purely from a religious perspective) was to focus on praying and strengthening my faith, and then to follow up with him on my progress in a month. Im not sure what a "follow up" would do since he seemed very adamant about what he said. He kept saying that I showed clear signs of femininity like shyness, being soft spoken, and not looking him in the eyes.. Because it's not like I don't do that when I talk to my therapist too.. I don't know how someone can reach conclusions like that when I was clearly not comfortable at all talking about that stuff in front of both my parents too. My parents trust him though, so I'll just do whatever he suggested and see what happens, it's not like I have much of an alternative anyways.
On a less negative note though, everyone agrees that I'd benefit from therapy, though my mom asked me to stop seeing my therapist and go to the one she found, having spent days searching and looking for recommendations. Not reparative therapy, mind you, I saw her a few days ago and she was pretty nice and even open to transition, but I told her that it doesn't seem like I can go down that path. Not sure if I'm going to stop seeing my gender therapist though.
I know my mom only wants to help, but now I'm trying to slowly let her see a side of me that I've always kept hidden. And I know it's surprising and confusing to her because I never acted this way. I'm also much more emotional than I was in many years. Two days ago she got to see a bit of dysphoria which took us both by surprise I think. I told her I didn't want to try on any dresses, but it's not like I had much of a choice as we have several family occasions coming up and i know I have to go, so I went and ended up with a sucky mood and some chest discomfort. As soon as I got home I wore my binder (which she didn't know about), in hope that it'll make me feel better, but I'm always wearing sport bras so she didn't notice anything for a while. But my state of mind wasn't improving do in hope of making me feel better she insisted that we go out for ice cream, and then as we stepped into the mall she noticed, made me go change, and gave me a long lecture telling me not to ever wear it again. Well from then things just went downhill and I had to cancel plans I had later in the day. I don't think she put two and two together, but she had a vague notion that the dresses had something to do with it. She didn't really ask, though she was pretty concerned when I kind of had a breakdown.
So that's where my life is now. It doesn't seem like transition is an option for me, though it's very much still on my mind. I just don't want to be a girl. I don't know how any amount of prayer or therapy is going to change the fact that I hate feminine things. But the wheels are set in motion now and I don't really have an option but to go along with things. Maybe I'll spend some time on the non transitioning board here, maybe I'll still come on here every once in a while, maybe I'll just disappear. I don't know what to do with myself, really. It feels like the only hope I had has been shot down and I just feel trapped again. Only now I know why I feel trapped, while I had no real clue a few months ago.
Oh and thanks for reading through this. Sorry for this long monologue.