Okay. I've had enough. I need to tell someone what's happening to me or I'm going to smash something.
My father and stepmother sort of know already: I tried to tell them on christmas eve, but they brushed it off. I'm on holiday with them at the moment, and I go back to live with my mother on the sixteenth. When I do, I'm going to tell her what's going on. I think she'll be okay: I spend most of my time with her, I only get to see my Dad occasionally, and if I get mum's okay, then I can get around to finding myself a therapist. Plus the fact I won't have to raid her wardrobe without her knowing anymore <giggle>.
God, I'm scared...but I can't keep acting like nothing's wrong. Wish me luck! I'll let you all know how it goes. I hope it'll be okay...