I sincerely apologize in advance. This post will probably be very long and full of your stereotypical teen angst, but I've tried to narrow it down to as few words as possible. I'm also not sure if I placed this in the correct sub-forum. I just really need help.
To give you some background information, I'm a 15 year old FtM and I'm just about to finish my freshman year of high school. I live in a rural anti-LGBT area, where mostly everyone is conservative & religious, including my own family (immediate and extended). I discovered I "wasn't cis" around 2 years ago, and FtM around late-summer 2015.
For now, I'll just refer to myself as MQ.
The only person (in my family) who knows I'm trans is my mother. The coming out went horribly, and she doesn't think I'm really trans. She thinks I'm doing it for "social justice" reasons and I struggled with the idea of that for many months until late February, when I accepted that I was, in fact, an actual FtM. She has not been supportive of me. Her horrible reaction has discouraged me from telling other people in my family. Regardless of her reaction, I'm sure I wouldn't come out to my family anyways.
I asked my brother his opinion on transgender people one day, and in short words, he said, "(T-word)s are disgusting freaks." He actually ranted about how he thought transgender people were absolutely gross and made him want to gag for about five minutes, to the point where I was on the verge of a panic attack. I had to make an excuse to leave and calm myself down. Another example would be my father, where I walked down the stairs one morning to find him reading the paper and saying, "Wow, I can't believe they let a transgender in the same bathroom with people who are real girls, like MQ."
I've ultimately decided that it won't be safe to transition until after I finish high school. I mean, I have to blend in for my own survival. The only two openly gay guys that were at my school have been jumped several times just because of their sexuality. It got so bad for them, they both had to be transferred to different schools so that they wouldn't face any violence.
Even though I try my best to fit in, I still stick out. I have a very "butch" voice, I dress very "butch", and yada-yada. I've been accused of being a lesbian several times. I'm so used to hearing, "MQ, are you a lesbian?" that I might as well just tune the question out. (For the record, I am not sexually attracted to women at all. I have only been attracted to men for as long as I can remember, and I highly doubt it will change.) Girls stay away from me in locker rooms so I don't "check them out". It's not just at school, either. It's also at home. I am constantly accused of being a lesbian to the point where it makes me want to rip my hair out. I'm constantly accused of being in a relationship with my best friend, too. When she's over, my parents have to "check on us" way too often to "make sure we're alright", despite the fact that we're both 15. I know they just want to see if I'm actually in a relationship with her, even though I reassured them numerous times that I'm not.
The whole "you're a lesbian" accusations have gotten so bad I just want to come out as a lesbian, even though I'm not. I just want it to stop. Sometimes I think that it would be easier to just come out as a lesbian then come out as trans, because it will help people understand better. For some reason, people can't comprehend that a transgender man can like guys.
Unfortunately, the lesbian accusations aren't the only reason I stick out. This is where my physical dysphoria kicks in. I have huge breasts, like DDs or Es, somewhere along there. (Please note I'm not overweight. I'm 5'3 and 110 lbs, and they've always been big. The women on my dad's side ALWAYS had big boobs, and exercise would do little to help. Trust me, I've tried.) I started developing breasts in 2011 and have had issues with them ever since, so it's been around five years by now.
The girls at school who assume I'm not a lesbian sometimes comment on my breasts, saying how they wish they could have boobs like mine. I've also gotten "compliments" from some guys too. Their comments really trigger my dysphoria, and I want to curl up and cry knowing I can't get rid of my breasts right now. They're literal weights on my chest. They feel like tumors. And what hurts me the most about all of this is knowing I won't get top surgery for at least four years. I can't buy a binder, I've tried layering sports bras, but they only made my chest look smaller. Running also triggers my dysphoria, for obvious reasons, which sucks because I have gym class every damn day.
Sorry if this sounds rant-ish. But I'm just in a ->-bleeped-<-ty situation right now. My mother isn't supportive, my family is severely transphobic, I'd probably be jumped or raped if I was openly trans, and I feel like I'm suffocating from my breasts and overall being born female. Everyday I stress out thinking, "I should have been born a cis boy." But knowing I will never be a cis guy and having to suffer through this makes it worse. I've considered asking my mother to take me to therapy to make me into a cis girl, but I know in the back of my head that reparative therapy is psychologically damaging and won't help me. I want to believe it'll fix me even though it won't.
I'm stuck. I have to wait until after I graduate high school to transition; I graduate in 2019. I don't know how I'll wait three more years, it feels so long. I'm alone, I only have my best friend, but even then she doesn't understand the struggle of being trans. What I really need right now is an older trans-brother figure who has had the experience with waiting. Even though I know it shouldn't shove people's transitions into one box, it seems like the stereotypical story is that a guy comes out at 16 and gets on hormones 6 months to a year later, and his family is all happy and supportive of him and stuff. I don't have that kind of family. I feel like I'm fighting a war without a shield, and the only escape I have is the internet; the closest LGBT center is 60 miles away.
I'm so, so, scared. I know that if I have one slip-up about being trans, I'll unleash hell upon myself. I'm scared I'll end up killing myself or hurting myself (or hurt by others) to the point where I end up in a hospital. I don't want to hurt or kill myself right now, but I have an awful feeling it will escalate to that point.
I don't know what advice you guys can give me, but holding on is so hard. Hell, I don't even care about transitioning right now. Right now, all I want is the love and support of my family, but I know they just won't give me that. I just wan't this all to end.