This post will involve many potentially triggering subjects, including being physically beaten. So fair warning!
As of fairly recently, I made a new Facebook specifically for my identified gender. That is to say, once I got my hair cut, I made a new Facebook for myself, under my preferred gender and under my preferred name. I added friends who I knew would be accepting of me being transgender, and joined a few transgender groups.
Everything was going fairly well, albeit somewhat slowly, until one of the roommates physically beat me up, and told the police I didn't live there (and framed me, and said I beat myself up), and so I was unjustly kicked out, and had to come back and live with my parents, as these roommates were awful and unsafe. Unfortunately, it was two against one. This jerk and his girlfriend, so the police listened more to them Even though I had bruises, not them. I have many choice words for these roommates. Their excuse was that they could beat me up now that I'm a guy (despite never using the correct pronouns or name prior). Not only is that horribly sexist, but also why punch anyone?
All that aside, sorry for the details and rambling...
My parents refuse to accept me for being their son, not their daughter. They misgender me and deadname me all the time. They aren't bad parents, per se, and I think my mom is doing her best to understand. My dad, on the other hand, tells me I'm far too girly to be a guy. He tells me I'm just going through a phase, and that I'm doing all this for "fun". How such drastic changes are "fun", I fail to see. I have yet to start testosterone, and my beard is from hirsutism/PCOS. My mom tells me frequently to shave my "awful beard". On top of all this, I can't leave and live somewhere else. I'm disabled, not yet on Disability, and currently have no car. I have yet to find a consistent job I can actually keep and function in.
My question is basically, "How do you explain being transgender to parents who seem unwilling to listen?" It's like they're in their own little world still. Every time I try to explain it to Dad he walks off or tunes me out.