Well, Kal, my story won't really give you much hope, but that said, it's a good thing everyone is different.
When I was 7, I told my mom I was a boy, that I would only answer to Timothy, and that was that. Yeah... didn't exactly work. My brother was born, and she decided it was time I started acting like the girl I supposedly was.
Fast forward 17 years, when at 24 I decided to start dressing as male and doing all I could to be accepted as such. I think my mom figured something was up when I stopped shaving my face, because what self-respecting girl would grow a mustache? She sat me down and asked me what was going on, and I broke down crying. At that point, she said, "You're going to tell me you don't want to be a girl, right?" I told her it wasn't exactly that simple, but when I explained further, she said, "I know. I've known since you were a child, you've never been happy as a girl." True, it was still the concept that I just didn't "want" to be a girl, rather than that I never was to begin with, but it seemed like acceptance. She welcomed any information I could give her about what my intentions were as per transition, etc, and said she supported me and would always love me.
Two days later, she changed her tune.
In the past five years, my mother has gone from that initial, supposed acceptance, to telling me I should just dress male and never date, because if I dated women I'd be a lesbian; to alienating my partner at the time because supposedly she was the "bad influence" who made me trans; to telling me my life would be much better if I'd just follow god's plan and be the woman I, in her opinion, know I am.
When I got married to my ex-wife 4 months after coming out to my mom, my mother took it upon herself to tell my dad and brother. My brother disowned me for a year thereafter. He now talks to me, but I've never known how he thinks of me, and I'm afraid to ask. All I know is that he still refers to me by my birth name and female pronouns. My dad was angry at first, but has now come to the point where he says he'll love me regardless of what I do, but that he's old (he's 71) and just can't remember to do things differently. It's a cop-out, yeah, but unless my mom is around (she's incredibly controlling and manipulative), he never uses my birth name, and has even referred to me as "he" three or four times. He's just never been a supportive guy, in this or anything else, so he and I still have no relationship.
What I've realized at this point is that my mother's abuse since I came out to her has made me hate myself as a transman. I had no compunctions about transitioning when I first realized I could do it, and never thought of myself as aberrant. However, after enough verbal abuse over 5 years bashing every part of me that I should be proud of, I'm now mired in horrendous self-esteem and have managed to lose my fiancee over it.
The best advice I can give you is to make sure you're okay with you, regardless of all else. Your parents may come around, or they may not. But if you don't let it hurt you, you'll be far better off in the end. This isn't to say that you separate yourself from them, just that you make sure you'll be okay regardless of what they do. Remember, it's you who has to struggle daily with the fact that you weren't born into the right body. It's you who's embarking on this tough journey, not them. They have a right to suss out their feelings, but they have no right to make you feel guilty for being who you are. Good luck, man, and if you need to talk, you know how to reach me.
