It really, REALLY does.
That's why I'm getting my friend to name me instead of my parent. Cause my parent had a freak out when I told him I was trans, and he still has trouble accepting it. So, I dont want to look at my new name and be reminded everytime about the hurt he caused. And my friend has been crazy supportive and just really, REALLY wonderful about it all. When I asked him to name me, I basically explained that... naming myself seemed lonely and sad, like being trans is also a transformation of me being by myself. Me deciding, alone, to transition and go through with it, and stand on my own. But I don't want to be alone. So I wanted him to name me, because it would be out of love, so I could look at the name and know that I wasn't alone.
Fox- I know the feels. I have a grandmother who just turned 80 and there is NO WAY that she would ever understand my becoming a man. She's very still in the old school mindset of "the men do the work and the women do the house cleaning" stuff. And she's homophobic (I'm trans AND gay), and she makes fun of my clothes all the time cause I don't wear girl clothes. She actually very spitefully told me several times that I should have been born a boy. When I came out to my brother, he was like THATS GREAT GOOD FOR YOU I KINDA FIGURED YOU WERE TRANS ANYWAYS, DONT TELL GRAM xD
Although, I dont quiiite have the luxury of distance, because she's currently my neighbor >.> The hope is, that the transition happens so gradually that she doesn't notice.