I'm going to preface this with a song lyric:

To my mother, to my father, it's your son or it's your daughter, are my screams loud enough for you to hear me, should I turn this up for you?

-Staind - "For You"

I think this song pretty well suits how I feel when I think about my folks. They refuse to acknowledge me as Julia. I remember when I came out...my mother said she didn't understand, it didn't make sense - how could I have been born in the wrong body? Was that a mistake on her part? Something she did wrong in raising me? And my father...I remember his exact words. "I love you. I want you to be happy. But you will ALWAYS be my son. Nothing will ever change how I see that."

And it's been that way every time I've contacted them. They always end the phonecalls with "I love you, son"...URGH. Why don't they at least fake it on the phone!? They're six hours away, it's not like they have to look at me on a daily basis! And they can't give me that crap about having "known me a certain way for so long". That's no excuse - my uncle, who was just as much a part of my life as they were, made the mental shift in about a week. He always uses feminine pronouns with me now! And besides, I came out to them TWO YEARS AGO! If they haven't changed their ways by now, will they ever!? What about when I show up at their doorstep fully dressed? Or better yet, fully transitioned!? What then!?

Ugh...just...ugh. I'm glad to finally have a place to get that all out of my system.

Two possibilities.

(1) They don't know about gender dysphoria, how soul-destroying it is, and that there is nothing else for it but to transition. In this case, they need to be educated.

(2) They already know (1) or don't want to know, in which case they lack compassion as human beings and are not deserving of having a wonderful daughter like you.

Hugs, Julia. You just deserve better.

Well, they're not talking to me anymore. I got in a fight with my FtM brother, said a few things that I [probably] shouldn't have, and they've all stopped talking.