Tl; dr: Had a discussion with my parents, that resulted in them spitting one hell of a lot of transphobic shit, and I ended up harming myself a bit because of it (nothing serious though, just hurt myself without injuring).

So two yesterday they (or I, I dont know anymore) brought me being trans up again. This the resulted in an about 20 minute long discussion, that derailed quite fast. They know that I want to start HRT (but dont know, that I gonna start DIY soon), and are absolutely no fans of it. They did told me in the past, that they belief, that I got talked into it and that I should wait with HRT until I finish university. It was hurtful, but not so bad, that I couldnt handle it. So anyways, back on topic. The topic quickly turned to HRT and they said, that I should be careful, because my mother saw a video of people who regretted it due to health issues. So I basically gave them a short info about what risks exist, how you monitor them, why the pill is more dangerous and why monotherapy is basically harmless. Do you think, these fuckers remembered a single word out of it? No, they didnt. They literally said “You dont know what risks exist”, after i fucking explained all of them. They also brought out the ultimative counterargument “You dont know if you arent one of those people who have complications”. Yeah. What the fuck? They completely ignored all the shit I said. They also told me, numerous times, that I got talked into it. Either by the Internet, then by the political leftwing party Im part of and then by my social circle. When I explained, that literally no one spoke with me about it ever, they said “But those circles are are quite into the ‘trans hype’”. I explained to them what dysphoria feels like for me (hating yourself and how you are seen) and got “That sounds like you learned that by heart” as a response. They equated me being trans with my old hobbies, that I no longer have a big interest in, or with “Back then fashion xyz was very in”. They also told me, that since I havent “lived as a man and exerted masculinity” (which they equate with sex, while they are technically right its actually a very wild assumption to make) I should try that first and see if I like it, before becoming a woman. The last thing that my dad brought up was the worst of all. He said, that for him this thought “I want to be a woman” does not exist (yeah kinda normal for a cis person was my first thought), BECAUSE “nature did not intended this and only made two genders”. I literally felt physical pain hearing this. DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING CLUE, WHAT SEAHORSES AND CLOWNFISHES DO? That statement could not be wrong any more. The discussion ended after that and I sent my father a documentary about Queerness in the animal world.

They also said quite a lot of other shit too, but that would require to much explanatory work, but I guess you can imagine how much better it made everything for me (it didnt).

The worst thing is, that they legitimately think, that they are doing good things to me. They always tell me “We accept you and dont want to talk you out of it, but want to give you “thought provoking impulses” to prevent you from something you might regret”. I dont think I have to explain it any more, right?

Fast Forward a couple hours. I am lying in bed just chilling and I could feel the dysphoria creeping up on me, as I thought about that discussion again. While the dysphoria was not the worst I ever experienced it still caused quite some physical pain for me. It also newly introduced me to the feeling of absolutely fucking hating my body. I had such an intense disgust for it, I never experienced before. At some point, I realised that I still had a scissor lying next to me, that I used to clean of the dirt below my fingernails. I also realised, that a scissor can be used to hurt yourself without cutting you (or causing any damage to the skin), by stabbing yourself with it or scratching yourself really hard. While the pain this resulted in, was nowhere near being enough to minimise the pain my dysphoria caused, it made my desire to destroy this disgusting body I had to be born into even worse. I then quickly realised, that this isnt that much of a healthy mindset and instead tried to fall asleep (didnt go that well, but ended up working at some point).

I am so insanely frustrating. We are having the same dumb discussions for months now (but usually not nearly as bad as this one), and they seem to not understand a single thing. They say the same stupid shit every single time. It makes me wanting to stay away from them even worse, but sadly I cant really stay away from them 100% of the time. This discussion also made me really scare for when they are going to find out, that I am doing DIY. Are they gonna kick me out? Idk, but I hope they dont. They also made me reconsider starting DIY, not because I dont want to or think its risky, but simply because Im scard of them finding out (dont worry tho, I will do it, but they made me reconsider for a short time). I am also not looking forward to when I gonna force them to use my new name and pronouns in November. This will probably spark one hell of a lot of discussions that will all go horrible.

I am 100% going to contact one of the near trans “Help/Info Organisations” and ask them if they have anything, that might help them to get more accepting, because it cant continue like this.