So, after much talking with my parents, I finally get a therapist. Yay.
...Well, not really.
See, when I go to talk to her, I start to clam up and not feel like talking to her after 5 of the 45 minutes we have to talk has passed. It's...kind of weird. I feel like it's because I just feel like I won't get anywhere with my therapist. I just want the diagnosis that I have gender dysphoria so that my parents can stop bloody pretending that this is all just a stupid phase I'm going through. I know I've only had about 3 appointments so far, but the feeling that this is going nowhere is so strong.
The first appointment was just "trying to understand me" kind of thing. She asked, "Why do you think you're a girl? Like, how do you know you're not gay or something?" "Well, I just...kind of know. Like how any other person knows their gender." I say. (Yes, that's very vague, but honestly that was the best I could come up with.) She replies, "Well, why don't you try telling me some things that you think men do compared to what women do?"
I never liked the whole "girls mainly do XXX while boys mainly do YYY" kind of thing, so I said, "That doesn't really exist to me. I think everyone should be free to do what they want, and their actions shouldn't determine their gender." Despite this, she insisted I list something. So...I said that men stereotypically like sports and are more aggressive, while women like arts and crafts and are more passive. Something like that.
Then, she asks me, "So, are men who like arts and crafts and are passive women?"
"Of course not," I say.
"Are women who like sports and are more aggressive men?"
"No," I say.
"You know what that means? That people don't fit into boxes, and their actions shouldn't determine their gender."
Yeah, that makes sense, ri-
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um...
Didn't I say that, like, 30 minutes ago? Like, what was the point of this line of questioning?
Now, this is just a hunch, but I feel as though my clamming up might be because of this. In the very least, it's affecting me at a subconscious level; hence why the two appointments after the first appointment mostly consisted of me not saying anything beside "I don't know" because I don't feel like answering any of her questions.
Also, I feel as though that's all she does - ask questions...after question...after questions. She's like, "If you don't cooperate, things aren't going to progress." Maybe it's just me, but pestering me about whether I have friends at school or not doesn't feel like very much progress to me.
It doesn't help that my parents STILL refuse to see me as who I am. Even today. I got a haircut (it was more like shaping my hair so it doesn't bulge out so much because of how much it grew) while still keeping my hair length. My mom tells me, "I think your hair looks good, but I really do think it's pretty long."
"But Mom, I'm going to grow it out longer," I say.
"Wait, how long? Past your shoulders? No MAN grows out their hair that long. At least, not nice-looking ones. Mommy wouldn't like it if you grew out your hair longer."
"Um, Mom...you said I could grow out my hair."
"Yeah, but not like A GIRL! Geez..."
Surprisingly, despite my mom's opinion about it, my dad doesn't mind me growing my hair out. However, both still think I'm a guy. Like, come on. I just feel like they're just waiting out for the day I say, "Mom, being trans is stupid because I'm a guy," or something crazy like that.
I even overheard my brother asking my mom about if she and my dad are "really going along with this stupid make-believe sh*t". I remember her saying, "Oh, of course not. I'm just hoping HE grows out of it. I know he will. He's my child, after all."
So...was that whole speech you made to my therapist (before my first appointment) about how he supports what I'm doing is absolute nonsense? Sigh...
...and I got slightly off topic. Sorry about that. I'm just...really mad. I still don't care about anything. I feel like crap everyday. I don't even know why I do anything. I randomly get angry and agitated, sometimes for absolutely no reason. I wish this was all just a really long nightmare that I might wake up out of someday. Of course that's not going to happen, but at this point I feel...hopeless.
Sigh...