Alright-- a bit of an update.
A few weeks ago, I get a call from my Dad telling me how upset my Mom is with what I'm doing. Now what I'm doing right now is dressing androgynously, not cutting my hair, that kind of thing. Not much more than that. I haven't taken any huge steps-- no hormones yet, and I'm saving money up for laser. So I talk my Dad down a bit, tell him that I can't help what I'm going through, that I'm in therapy, and getting help. I'm crying the whole time. He says they love me and that's the end of the conversation.
The next time I talk to my Mom, she says that she thinks it's the devil trying to ruin my life and all that jazz. I'm not trying to be flip about it, but I've heard all this before. In fact, I used to tell myself the very same things for years. I'm sure there's plenty of people who know exactly what I'm talking about. Anyway, I tell my Mom that I disagree, that it's the doubt about myself that will really ruin my life. At this point, we're sort of at the point where we're just agreeing to disagree.
I'm hoping that the situation will get better as my parents have more time to deal with everything.