My name is Slimm, and I am nonbinary trans. I've thought about hormone therapy for a very, very long time, and it's something I very much want to do, but I would like to see a therapist to get real, professional advice on whether it's the best plan for me. I've spent a long time putting my needs off and telling myself that I couldn't really know, and it's time to really take myself seriously. The first step to doing that, then, was to come out to my parents, to see if I could get their support (and financial assistance) in making therapy (& possibly hrt?) happen.
Around the start of the new year, I sent an email to my dad about my gender identity. I explained that I was never comfortable with my assigned gender, but I'd also attempted to fit in as the opposite binary gender, and trying to take myself seriously and "pass" made it more stress than it was worth. I'm most comfortable being nothing at all, or switching between the two when the mood strikes. His response was... fairly reasonable, in that he was comfortable "dealing with me the way I am, if I could continue to deal with him the way he was," but also showed that he didn't entirely understand what I was saying. I didn't request any change of pronouns or name (even though my friends all use "they" pronouns for me and a different name for me than my birthname), only acceptance, and I thought I had gotten it.
Now, today, I tried to come out to my dad again, to breach the subject of hormone therapy. I told him I'd been thinking about it for years, and had finally decided that it was something I wanted to go through with. I used a trans friend of mine (with his permission, of course) as an example, since he was the only trans person I knew my parents had met. I explained myself very carefully, that all I wanted was to be given permission to do what I need to do to feel good about myself.
My dad's response was very negative. He argued with me that nobody should ever do anything that "makes them feel good"-- that doing what's "right", or what makes their lives "easiest", or that leaves them the most options, is far preferable. He knows I've been dealing with a lot of mental health problems (particularly, being in the mental health system for the first time in my life) this year, and so I asked him whether being suicidal and miserable was preferable to attempting to improve my situation. He proceeded to tell me that he thought my only problem was that I suffer from extreme self-pity, and that by talking to him, I was looking for someone to "validate" my self-pity and tell me that being miserable was a good way to choose to live my life. He also yelled at me that he was entitled to his opinions, and there was nothing I could do to change them, even if those opinions included the fact that his child is an evil evil stupid liberal queer with terminal self-pity problems.
I left him with a suggestion that he figure out what he values more-- the sacredness of his opinions, or his relationship with his child.
I've tried very hard to explain myself in a way that my parents can at least understand, even if they don't accept it, and I don't think I've gotten very far. I think I'm in the unfortunate situation where I have to choose whether to put off my transition-related care until after I'm finished with college (so that I don't give my parents an excuse to cut off my financial support-- which they've threatened me with, multiple times) or to play chicken with my father to see how far along in my transition I can get before he decides to stop paying my tuition. If anything, I think I'm finally beginning to really truly accept that the understanding & acceptance of my parents is not something I will ever obtain, and so I should stop bending over backwards to try and earn it.
Very frustrated, but feeling like the self-discovery was worth it. Still not sure what to do. Ball's in your court, dad.