I told my mother about how I don't feel comfortable as a girl...I don't know if she thought I was serious(despite the fact that I was crying for an hour straight about it...) The reason I say that is..day after day, she'll rub my hair and say, "Aw..my pretty little girl." Man...and if she calls me Kellarina one more time(it comes from my first name and ballerina mixed together), I'm going to flip.
To make things way, way worse...the story about the "pregnant man"...my dad saw it and said, "It doesn't matter what he does, he will never truly be a man." I cried...My dad isn't typically that way. He just...doesn't get it...or even know about me.
How do I deal with it? What do I tell them? What do I tell my brother, my cousins, my aunts and uncles? Man..I'm crying thinking about it. There is a HUGH part of my family that is...>_> really, really Christian..I'm fine with their beliefs, but I KNOW if I ever came out to them, they would tell me to never call them again. I mean, I've been sort of excommunicated from the family for dressing like a "punk boy." That's just for dressing like a boy. Ha, I can't even imagine telling them. Though, I can't live in the closet forever...My family is so important to me, and there is a huge part of me that is battling over......do I even go through with any of this or do I shove it aside and ignore it? I can't ignore it though, I know I can't. After the last time I posted here, I tried to ignore it. I tried to be a "good daughter." I put on makeup and a dress...I felt like throwing up....My depression got worse. So, I know I can't ignore it.
It isn't just my family I'm having problems with. The main problems I'm having are with myself. When I look in the mirror, I cry...When I wake up and see my breasts, I just want to die. I don't know what to do. I feel so alone and confused.
My parents have always told me since I was little that...no matter what, they would love me. They always tell me that. But how do I know if it's true? How do I know my dad won't hate me? My dad is the most important person in my life...I've been more of a son to him than my older brother.
I'm so tired of being alone on this. I realize it's very selfish of me to talk so much about myself, but please, if you can help me at all...How do I deal with this? What do I do? What do I say? Who do I talk to?
I'm sorry, I ramble. Thank you for listening though. Have a wonderful day everyone!!!!!