u/ElectionGrand8124

I'm 16 years old. Came out to my mom as a trans man a couple of months ago and she's acting like it never happened. When I came out she said that she accepts me and that we'll figure it out together, the next day she asked if I had chosen a name yet and I told her no. After that she only mentioned it once when she asked if my friend knew I was trans. She hasn't acknowledged it since. She still treats me the exact same and hasn't made any effort to change the way she treats me. Still uses very feminine terms and she/her pronouns on me, maybe even more than she did before. Now it's like she's going out of her way to feminize me. The night I came out she asked me something along the lines of "isn't it super expensive to transition?" And I told her I wasn't gonna transition until I'm older. I meant medically transition, but I think she thought I meant medically and socially transition, like "don't worry I'm still your daughter until I'm an adult." I'm just so scared to talk to her again because when I came out I could barely get a word out because I just started sobbing, and I'm afraid that she'll react negatively even though she most likely wouldn't. I just don't know what to do. I'd also like to add that my mom isn't outwardly transphobic at all, she tries her best to respect trans people. So I don't know what's going on.

(TW for mentions of SA and death for those who are sensitive)

I am 16 years old and ever since my father died in 2020, nothing has felt real and I barely remember anything anymore. It feels like I'm in a dream most of the time, the only thing that feels real are me, my pets, my family and my friend. I genuinely just feel like nothing else around me is real at all, life feels fake. I wanna add that I don't think my father's death is the only thing that made me feel like this, I think it's many things but notably the fact that my life completely went to shit after he died. We had to move in with my aunt because my mother could no longer provide for me or my brother without his financial support. When we were living with my aunt I was witnessing horrible fights between my mother and my aunt every day which doesn't sound that bad but to a 10-11 year old child who grew up in a relatively peaceful home it's extremely traumatizing. My brother also sexually abused me from the ages of 4-13 when he was 8-17. I have forgiven him but the emotional damage he caused has affected me my whole life and it seems like he either doesn't remember or just doesn't care. I'm also transgender (FtM) and I personally think that is a big factor because I think a lot of trans people will tell you that life doesn't feel real (or it didn't feel real until they started transitioning). But yeah I just really don't think life is supposed to feel this way, a lot of the time, time itself just doesn't seem to be moving the way it should, either it's going way too fast or way too slow.

Sorry if this doesn't make much sense, I'm just kind of rambling and English isn't my first language.