So, I'm new here, and for a while there's been something that I need to get off my chest. It has to do with my parents, and this whole situation is really dragging me down. have low self esteem as it is and what's going on isn't making it any better, but I feel like if I can get rid of some of my baggage, that might help. So, here goes:
i finally came out to my mom about seven months ago- she already knew that i was bisexual and she was fine with it, and since it had been long enough anyway and i felt that i was ready, i decided that i was going to tell her that i wasn't who she thought i was; that her little girl was anything but that. i figured she'd be accepting of it, and tell me that i could transition no questions asked and that she wouldn't care; i figured that i could be her son instead of her daughter and she'd be fine with it, and love me just the same. so i asked her to let me stay home from school so we could talk and she said yes. after a while of beating around the bush, i went all or nothing and told her that i wasn't actually a girl, and that i'd known that for years. long story short, she didn't accept me at all- she said it was "bullsh*t" and that i "just wanted a way to be part of some special club", which was ridiculous! i mean, if i wanted to be part of a special club, i could've joined an after school activity rather than opting to turn my entire world upside down. but she didn't listen, and she just bombarded me with reasons why she didn't believe me until i started crying. i tried to talk to her three other times- and yes, i did tell her that i understood how hard it was for her, and tried to listen to her side- but the same thing happened every single time. so eventually i gave up trying to talk to her and just tried to stealthily transition, starting out with nonchalantly donating the majority of the pink sparkly clothes she'd always bought me and buying more stereotypically male clothes when we went shopping. she noticed but she just rolled her eyes at me like i was being dramatic and unreasonable. after that, she'd make snide remarks when we went out shopping, saying things like, "this shirt is cute! oh, wait, i forgot you're not like that anymore. hmm. i guess we better go shop in the boys section, right? you can go by yourself.", or remarking, "too bad you're not a girl anymore, the real you would've liked this." and making me feel even more shameful about myself. as if this wasn't hard enough. but i tried to let that go, to tell myself that she was just having trouble and missing her little girl. it didn't do much, but the relief it gave me was good enough, as stressed as i was.
somewhere along the way, she told my dad, and then he started in on me too, saying even more hurtful things about my body. he'd tell me that just because i dressed like a boy didn't make me one, or ask me things like, "that chaz bono guy, is that what you want to be like? are you serious?" he weaves back and forth from being okay with it to being downright spiteful, defending me from my mom one day to joining in the next. the other day i (accidentally!) elbowed my mom in her, uh, chest, then apologized. she elbowed me right back, and when i complained, she muttered, "what? you know, just because you pretend you don't have them doesn't mean they're not there. you still have them." that made me feel pretty horrible about myself, especially when my dad and my 15 year old brother laughed at me.
speaking of my brother, he's starting to do it, too. we were watching a show that happened to have a transman in it and my brother said, "so... what's with this guy?" thinking he was just clueless, i told him that the guy was a man, but was born in the wrong body, to say the least. he snorted, made a point of looking at me, and said, "so, what, he's got a man-gina?" (man vagina) that hurt my feelings a lot, especially since he knows how i feel about straight-up transphobia like that. but none of them really seem to care about my feelings; my dad has made joking remarks on several occasions (i'd rather not repeat them) involving my chest and/or lack of a penis because he seems to think they're funny. they're not. i know i don't have a penis, even though i should; you don't have to rub it in. (by the way, sorry for saying the p-word, i figured that since it's a serious issue, nobody would mind.) when i told my dad that when i wore my new clothes (boy clothes) to school for the first time, i felt better than i ever have, my brother snorted, "condragulations" from the other room and it made me feel like crap.
i feel like my family's betraying me; what happened to "i'll love you no matter what"? it's making me feel so guilty and ashamed about my identity that i can't stand myself, and that every morning i have to get out of bed just brings another day filled with self-loathing and digust for myself, both my mind and my body. being transgender is bad enough as it is- when i had to hide myself under pink, glittery clothes and a mask of happiness, i felt just as horrible as i do now. i've told my family that i don't like it when they make hurtful remarks like that; they just roll their eyes and tell me that i'm overreacting. my words can't seem to get through to them, and it's wearing me down. i feel useless, worthless, disgusting. like a freak. this is my family- i'm used to getting bullied at school, but i shouldn't have to deal with it when i get home, too. it makes me feel like i should just "be a girl again" so i won't disappoint my parents anymore, even though i know how much that hurts.
i'm just lost on how to deal with this. i feel like i'm completely alone, like nobody understands me. all that this has taught me is not to get close to anybody; even the people you trust the most can hurt you, when it comes down to it. i read stories about all these accepting parents and think, why don't i get that? i love my mom and dad, and they love me, i know they love me, but they just don't act like it sometimes. they don't take me seriously; the things they say are more hurtful than being called "bi*ch" and "sl*t" and "dy*e" at school.
i feel bad that i made this so long.

i just needed to let out all the hurt. but i need somebody to talk to. and i feel like a drama queen, like i'm being melodramatic, but i guess everybody needs to rant sometimes. i just kind of need some help getting through this. *pathetically hopeful puppy dog face*
ps: i'm really sorry i made it so long. and pitiful-sounding. this is the only place i have to get all this out.
pps: for some reason my tablet stopped letting me use capitals part of the way through, sorry about that...