I'm 19, about two and a half months on HRT, and couldn't feel any worse right now (that's not true, but I'm being dramatic). Since starting HRT, things have gone well overall. I've had my days where I became extremely depressed for a few hours (from the Spiro) and I've had doubts here and there, but overall I've been a lot happier. My family has been fairly supportive and my co workers have been especially supportive, though I haven't told my grandparents yet.
I discovered a was trans when I was 15, and have gone through cycles of knowing I want to transition, to not knowing my identity, to repressing my trans feelings and just trying to be male, and so on and so forth. At this point, I don't exactly know how I identity, other than that it's fluid. But I've mainly just concerned myself with, "well, that's not important. Do I want to transition?". The answer has usually been a hesitant "yes", with problems x and y to figure out (ha, pun not intended...).
Anyways, at this point, I still don't exactly know how I identity, or for that matter, what identity truly means to me, other than that, like I said, my identity is fluid and I'm probably nb. Regardless, the thought of transition has always made me happy, excited. Tonight, I talk to my mother about the fact that my brother told me he'll always use the pronouns he/him/his with me. I talked to him about it, trying to get him to see that pronouns are usually based on societal gender, and that people use pronouns based on how people look/interact in society, but he wouldn't see my side.
Anyways, I talk to my mom about this, and she told me she basically feels the same way. I'm sure she wouldn't use those pronouns because she knows it would hurt my feelings, but still. She also told me that she had a conversation with my sisters, and that they all think I'm basically making a mistake by transitioning, and that I should be dealing with the emotional abuse of my father first.
I personally don't believe his abuse affected me much. Yes, it hurt, but I feel like I've gotten over it. I honestly can't say that I'm upset about it. I've tried talking to my therapist about it, and I just don't think it's possible that I'm still hurt from it, I've tried and tried to find the pain that he's caused me, but it just isn't there from what I can tell.
The worst parts about this is that I feel like I'm tearing my family apart, and that I honestly don't know how I identity or if transition is completely right for me. I mean, I know my family will always love me, but still. And as far as transition goes, yes, it's true that I've never been happier about myself, but like my mom thinks, it could just be that it's new and exciting, and that I think it's what I need.
I've just put so much time, money, and effort into this already that I don't want to just throw it away. I don't want to detransition but I don't want to make the mistake everyone else seems to think I'm making. I don't want to regret transitioning. I'm scared to stop, but I'm scared to continue.
Sorry. I just had to vent. I love all you girls! (And others...). You're like a family away from family! <3