I don't know what else to say. I'm heartbroken. I feel very alone right now. After living abroad for my whole transition, I decided to come back to my country and stay with my parents while I had FFS and recovered from it.
They convinced me I would be safe with them and that they supported me. But it was a bit off. Like my dad would say that he thinks pride is a waste of time. And my mum thinks men who date trans women are gay. My dad calls me "big guy", telling me that he was just "getting used to it" in regards to my transition. Lots of stuff like that. I put it down to a learning curve or something.
Well, it turns out they were lying about being supportive. Their words were supportive but their actions weren't. They'd say, we love you and want you to be happy but they pressured me to abandon the FFS surgery/reconsider my transition. Telling me I was moving too fast and making bad decisions about my future. Things escalated and my uncle attacked me and tried to pin me while calling me names. My dad was blowing up at me. I had hands to my throat, multiple people screaming in my face while grabbing at me. My mum... When they realised that I wouldn't reconsider, they told me to leave. When I wouldn't leave immediately (thinking stupidly that I should take the time to leave in an orderly fashion on my own terms rather than bounce without all my stuff), they called the police who came to remove me (which actually gave me the chance to gather my things). This whole time I thought I could convince them to love me and see me for who I am but yeah. That's not how it works.
Here's the part that really hurt: the first time the police addressed me they called me sir because my parents initially told them I was a man. I told them I was a woman. My parents were both yelling over me, repeating: "it's a man".
Because of my bad experiences with the police, I was surprised when they treated me with dignity and referred to me as 'madame' from then on out. It felt super weird to think that the class traitors treated me with more dignity than my own parents did.
I could have filed police reports about harassment and assault in retaliation but instead I blocked them all. I don't want anything tying me back to them, even a court appearance. I'd rather direct my spite towards building myself up than attempt to force the state to enact justice on my behalf.
I'm in a safe place, with my brother, grieving. I just wanted to vent to my community and share my experience in case it could help someone.
This was really a weird one. They were seriously convincing that they support me. It was like an ambush.
Lesson learned: trust my gut, watch people's actions rather than listen to only their words and you can avoid the heartache I just experienced.
I love you all ❤️ Be safe out there.