My guidance counselor: We accept you, but were still going to use female pronouns and call you by that unisex name you go by so your parents don't question anything even though you'd rather us use a masculine name you like more, and you aren't allowed to use the men's room, or the women's room, and if you come out to any students im going to call you down and have a long conversation about how they don't need to know, BC your mental health is not important to me. But I do support you 100%
I can relate.
It was being called down that made me fear about being truthful that. I. Am. TRANSGENDER!
Also my parents didn’t particularly support it. However they did support me being like eccentric & stuff. So maybe they would’ve, but still.
My school did set me up with the Gay-Straight Alliance though.
Part of me is sobbing… It just hasn’t manifested fully yet & it’s 2:56 no 57 in the morning, so it’s not a good idea.
Anywho, know that words without action is bullshit & lies. Actions without words is treasure. (“Actions speak louder than words”, “facta non verba”, “who you walk with is who you are”.)
Like I have a family member who is kind of bigoted, but they listen & always tried to give material support & attention… So I had grieved them because they basically loved me. I live with this other family member who doesn’t know peace & thereby can’t give it. So even though I might agree with them more, I feel disturbed (like hurt, bad, unsafe) by them even though we have good days.
My point being is they only care about you in the sense of Kitsch like sweeping under rug/suppressing/conversion therapy/push back into closet thing. If you can get your parents to advocate (& support) your transgender identity then they’ll take you a lot more seriously because the world sucks like that. (Sucks as in, Where your agency isn’t respected, but some competing interest is. Like pick-up artists respecting people acting as partners to the target instead of the target saying “no” once, if not repeatedly.)
Good luck, Peace & Love