So I told them again amidst eventual tears and the gut-wrenching feeling of how much I really hate my body right now. They said they'd love me no matter what, even if they don't support me in what I may choose. The issue is, I kept getting the feeling that they didn't really approve, more of their conservative nature coming out. Gods I love them to death, but they started quoting scripture on me, the one in psalms about how we are all fearfully made by God. I finally realized tonight that they're view, while they're ok with the LGBT community, they still believe it is a choice. I wholly disagree with them, but I'm not about to debate semantics and such with them, or back up my point in text.
I guess I can just be glad that they'll love me, I mean, that's all I could want really. I think, however, I will be moving out when I get the money to. It's going to put far too much stress on them, and the fact that they're still hung up on the issues between my brother and I (things THEY should have taken care of a long time ago, and are saying I need counciling for it!) and believe that those issues need to be solved first before my own Dysphoria, well I'm sure you can guess how that's making me feel.
By the way, since when did expressing one's feelings online become less legitimate than in real life? Since when has knowing people in the trans community online been different from in real life? Can we not communicate better by text than by word of mouth sometimes? Aside from the bouts of crying and what can be read from that (I'll admit, I cried a lot. I think all I could say was 'it hurts so much.') how can we better express ourselves in real life than online?
I digress, I have rabbit holed. I guess the outcome was ok, but I feel lost now, it's support, but it isn't. Maybe that's why God (or gods, depending on your views) gave us friends who understand us far better...