Okay. Haven't been fully active for a while, but this has been on my mind since November (When this happened), and I need a little rant time, and an outside Point of View. Feel free to give advice to me, I need it.
(Trigger warning for sensitive beans: slight transphobia, cursing, infantalizim?)
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So, basically. I have been gender questioning for a while now. When I was 15/16, I thought myself genderfluid and bisexual. 17, ftm transgender and pansexual. Now, I finally identify as Demoboy (Non-binary/transmale basically), demiromantic, and pansexual. This is fine.
What isn't so fine however, is my mother's... reluctance? To accept this. She's talked multiple times about her queer friends from college or highschool, so she seems supportive, but it seems to.. dwindle a bit whenever I try and talk to her about it.
When I talk about my gender, she seems adamant I wait until I'm 25/26 until I 'do anything' about this. I don't even know if I want to transition, all I want is short hair (Thankfully I have that now), a binder, and for people to use the pronouns and names that make me feel more comfortable. However, any time I talk to her, it's like she immediately assumes I'm asking her for testosterone shots, or top surgery? I never feel brave enough to say what I really mean, because she always looks so hurt.
In November, she said that she felt bad I wanted a new name, because she'd had my dead name picked out since she was a little girl and felt it fit me. Ouch.
She also said that They/Them pronouns feel unpersonal to her, like using them would imply that she didn't know who I was. Understandable, it took me awhile to get used to the fact They/Them pronouns existed at first too, but... still really hurt.
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Then, the thing I REALLY wanted to rant about. She brings up my cousin, who was assigned female at birth, is about 12, 13 years old, and has been experimenting with male names on social media.
When my mom talks about them, she says "Well, he is still pretty young, and trans kids always show signs when they're young."
Basically, she said I was too fucking old to know I'm trans, or know what I want my gender to be, but my preteen cousin was fine experimenting however he wanted.
This, after her talking about how much she disbelieved in They/Them pronouns, and telling me I just wasn't born in the body I wanted (Trust me, I know. Every damn day.), and I had to deal with it, brought me to the point that I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry so fucking much. I didn't, because I hate crying in front of people, but the fact still stands that it really hurt me.
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I have yet to talk to her about my gender again, and I'm scared to. I wouldn't know what to say, or how to explain how much she hurt me, and my throat tends to stick when I need to be honest about how I feel..
If you read this far, and have any ideas or wortds of reassurance, they'd be greatly appreciated. The only ones I will not accept are ones bashing my mother. Yes, she hurt me, but she's trying. Sort of. Just focused on my schoolwork and me graduating instead of how this is affecting me day-to-day.
If anyone has anything, please. I'm really lost here, and don't know how to deal with this situation..