They aren't paying. They told me that straight off. Their problem is that they think its "family business". In other words, they don't want to look bad. That's also why (aside from the cost, which is understandable) they won't let me go to therapy or get antidepressants. They say " you didn't pack that when we moved to Colorado, so it shouldn't be here ".
It's really tough. I keep sitting on my dysphoria and depression, and they keep telling me to. No matter how many times I tell them it doesn't affect them.
My grades used to be spectacular. All As, all the time. Now I have a bunch of Cs. And they know this is a symptom of depression because they've been told this by the therapist I went to before. I can't concentrate on my schoolwork, and I have to do half of my homework at the library because they won't get internet just to keep me off it, and there isn't anything fun in my life anymore.
It hurts because my parents started out understanding, but now they are completely not. And I almost was out publicly in my last place before we moved.
I've thought about writing a letter, but every time I do that it ends up badly. My coming out letter, they told me, was hateful. (My counselor told me she didn't see what was wrong with it, other than how rambling it was. Which it would have been, seeing as how I wrote it in a haze of nervousness.)
And I don't know how to confront them face to face. They are really good at shutting me out, guilt-tripping me (I am not the model child AT ALL), and taking everything I said as insults.