Here is how it went:
I told my day program family therapist that I was trans and wanted to come out. At our very initial meeting. It was family group night. So I agreed to tell my mom. It was all very spur of the moment. I was just so sick of being closeted. Felt I couldn't do it any longer, asked my classroom teacher for the family counselor and planned it out.
So, later at the family meeting, I was getting to it. Studdering, shaking and all. So scared. Because my mother means so much to me. She told me to spit it out, basically. Then, right as I was going to, the doctor came in and this angered my mother. Doctor introduced herself. They said go for it. So thats what I did. But they gave her no time to process. Doctor said she had a meeting next and needed to discuss my hectic schedule. Mom and I argued about that. She walked out. Yelled and walked out..
I was a mess. I put my head down. I couldn't stop crying. I'd gotten no reassurance. Though, I knew it could of gone much worse and does for some. They said if she came back, I could talk to her and go home. But I was so scared. Just kept saying I'm afraid. They asked if I could contract safety. I was reluctant. They asked if I'd cut (ex-cutter). Said idk, maybe. They questioned more. Said I would but more of an exaggeration. I had a promise not to so never really would of. But I felt as if I wanted to at the time.
Later, I came to find out she'd come right back. But they wouldn't let her see me cause she was too emotional and so was I. They held me there. I got admitted.
Once home, we talked about it a little more. I can bind around non family. Can't cut my hair. WHICH IS DUMB. Cause she doesn't wanna have to explain "my choices" to her family. She said when I'm 18, I can and she'll still love me. But as a minor, they'd question her. Also, we tried to go to pflag. But she works a lot so idk about that.
Oh and one more thing: She told my grandma who lives with us. They talk about it and think I'm confused. It hurts. How can I get over it?
P.S.- THE PSYCH WARD WAS HELL. I blogged about it. But not here. Hell I tell you.
Thank for reading.