So heres an update for anybody who was curious or whatever.
Tuesday I was supposed to go to my counselor, I never went. Today my mom said I need 'see somebody who is more aggressive with this' because i told her i was depressed but not to worry about it, that i would take care of it (meaning two things, ill either end up like robin williams so to speak , or ill be running away to the clinic if i must). She doesn't get it. She still wants me to see a psychiatrist, I am not getting anywhere and she is only stagnating me with her ignorance and denial, everything. For being OCD supposedly I haven't showered good in a week, sounds more like depression to me, but nope. I feel utterly hopeless. Today she started to fight with me about some stupid wedding we're supposed to go to, I frankly don't want to go, I hate wearing suits and tuxedos. Its suffocating. It makes me feel physically ill. But today she threw a fit and guilt tripped and shamed me into going, saying "i love this, we have no family, we don't do anything together" then she started to attack me because Im always online, shes like "fine don't go, spend all your time with your 'internet family'", Like what internet family? You mean my Facebook? I deleted it days ago, I have -no- friends, no support. I ask my best friend to take me to the clinic, he never gets back to me via text, I get ignored, Nobody can house me or help me out, I'm stuck in this sinking black hole going deeper and deeper. My mom says I need to go someone who will help me and not make me feel 'worse'. My current counselor doesn't make me feel 'worse'. I feel he has helped me grow up, he has helped me figure out who I am and little things like that. Its her and this fxcking family that is making this worse. I have to hide myself, I don't go out anymore. Usually me and my 14 year old cousin and his mom/my aunt and my family get together for our area, we have a weekend where the town has a rib roast, concerts, little thing. Well this week, we didnt meet up. The reason why? Because my nails are painted. My mom has to hide me from my cousin and his mom because I'm trans. I can't live here anymore, I can't do this anymore. I am going to end up like robin williams if something doesn't get done, If I don't get to a -gender specialist-, this clinic, this place that would LOVE to help me out, but no. Its inevitable wether she wants to realize it or not. If I don't transition, I am going to die, and I am going to die a martyr because something needs to fxcking happen for people to understand this. To know its not only me going through this, it hurts, To feel so helpless, it kills. We went to the store today and I -HAD- to get out because I was getting dysphoric looking at the cute girls at the store, going in the girls eisle and looking at perfume, seeing bras and panties. It gives me anxiety and it makes me depressed to see that, I had to get out. Then when we did I felt drained and moody. She doesn't get dysphoria, nobody will listen to me. This is killing me and I feel like I'm losing my damn sanity and mind to this family, to her.