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To give Context once again, I made this Post a while ago to explain what happened between me and my Parents. Today I wanted to give some Updates Regarding how my Parents acted when the Child Protection Authorities intervened and made them no longer able to try changing my Gender Identity. (Or more precisely unable to do so without getting into Serious Legal Trouble.)

To make it short, you could guess how mad my Parents were to find out that I sought help from the Literal Authorities. They blamed me for getting them into this Situation, and also themselves for "Not being Strict enough" since they compared my Dysphoria to a Spoiled Child wanting a Toy (In which they treat the Dysphoria as the "Spoiled Behavior" and Transition as the "Toy" in Question) and reduced my Past Suicidal Ideation to a mere way of trying to "Force" them to let me Transition, like, imagine a Spoiled Child yelling at their Parents: "GIVE ME THIS TOY NOW OR I WILL [Insert Extreme Action Here]." Thats how they viewed my Suicidal Ideation.

The Talking Points were mostly the same, it was either "You dont know the Terrible Mistake you just made." or "You'll regret not Suppressing your Gender Identity as we wanted." or other Talking Points, such as telling me that I will be sent to a Youth Community (Which they imagine as an Institution where I'll be stripped of my Belongings and Connections with the Outside World) under Worse Conditions than before, which they view as Good because it supposedly "Builds Character" or something like that, and hoping that I'll face as much Harassment as Possible until I "Stop Being Trans" because of it.

Other than that, my Father kept telling me that I had to "Accept Myself as Male" and dismissed the YEARS I spent trying to Suppress my Gender Identity (Even surrounded by a Group of Online Fascists who discouraged openness about being Queer) by saying "BUT YOU DONT UNDERSTAND ANYTHING ABOUT LIFE AT THAT AGE!" (I tried Suppressing my Gender Identity when I was 11-12 all the time up until 14 Years Old.)

Apparently, the Juvenile Court also wants to talk to me and my Parents, which means this will probably turn into a Legal Battle, especially because my Parents already got a Lawyer and I have been assigned a Legal Guardian whose Job is to represent my own Interests. Apparently my Father wants to immediately ask the Judge if shes a Christian, because the Right-Wing Media he Consumed told him that our country is filled with Left-Wing Judges who intentionally favor Groups that the Right hates, such as Muslims, Queer People etc.

Every time my Parents get mad at me for all of this, I just keep repeating myself "It Will Be Over Soon" to avoid feeling Suicidal, because yes, all this Chaos in my Family WILL be over at some Point, in one way or another, and my Hope regarding that is strong and unbreakable.

TW: Suicide, Psychosis, Abuse

(Note: By Conversion “Therapy” I mean all the Efforts to change my Gender Identity.)

Lets start by introducing myself. I’m Sofia (Or you can also call me Sophie, since its the name I go by on the Internet), an Autistic Trans Girl living in South Italy. I’m currently 15 Years Old as I write this, and this Story began when I was 14. (11-12 if we count the first time I began suppressing my Gender Identity, 5-6 if we count the first time I was uncomfortable being born in a Male Body.)

Back in Early 2025, after a long Period in which I tried to suppress and change my Gender Identity on my own through Prayer, I finally began accepting myself as a Trans Girl and identifying as such. This turned out to be a massive relief to me, as it happened right after I realized how badly my Attempts to change my Identity damaged both my Mental Health AND my Christian Faith and decided to abandon Conservative Christianity to explore Queer-Affirming Theology. Coming out to the first People went really well, as all of them turned out to be Supportive, I even talked to a close friend about it, who also supported me and encouraged me to eventually tell my Parents.

Coming out to my Parents never happened suddenly. Instead, I made it clear that I’m Trans gradually by arguing with my Father, my Cousin, my Uncle and my Aunt to defend Trans Identity since they all held Anti-Trans Views. In fact, one night, during one of these Arguments, my Father asked if I was so defensive because I was possibly Trans according to him. My Mother, after some time, asked the same when we were alone, and I told her the truth, only to hear her say that how I felt wasnt Normal to her.

When we went back home, I came out to my Father as well. At first, he denied the possibility of me being Trans because he thought that I wasnt attracted to Men. (I am, I’m Pansexual.) Either way, we went to sleep not long after that.

The next day I woke up to my Mother telling us that Pope Francis died, my Neighbor arguing with her Mother and running away from home, and my Father sitting on my bed to explain to me that I’ll never be a girl and that my Gender Identity had to do with Demonic Influence. He even showed me an “Ex-Trans Testimonial” of a Mother who allegedly “Cured” her AFAB Child who identified as a Trans Man through “Exploratory Therapy”. It was revealed to me that I was diagnosed with Autism over 10 years ago and my Parents kept it hidden from me this whole time, my Father even planned to Relocate us to another Town if he ever found out that I walked in Public Spaces with Feminine Clothes.

To make this shorter, this led my Parents to take Multiple Actions:

ALL my Social Media Accounts and Chats were Heavily Monitored. Supportive Online Friends were accused of “Influencing” me into being Trans, my Discord Friend List was almost Entirely Wiped Out, and my Father even used my Account to send threats to a Genderfluid Online Friend, threatening to call the Police on them for being too Emotionally Close to me and stuff. Since I once Posted my Face in one of these Chats, my Father theorized that my Online Friends used that Photo to perform a Satanic Ritual on me to make me Trans. Oh and this also led him to renounce his Plan to relocate me, as he found out that, in one of the Chats, I literally told my Online Friends that I was planning to Firebomb the Car Engine just so he wouldnt have any Transport to move to another Town.

I was forced to read countless “Detransition Testimonials” that were either “I felt like I was in the wrong Body but my mom said that its not true so I’m Cis now.” or blatantly fake stupid shit like “I looked at a Doll once when I was 6 and my Parents called a Doctor to slice off my Penis thinking I was a girl.”

I was forced to use Male clothing, He/Him Pronouns, my Deadname and even Male Characters in Video Games… Well, of course I was.

My Father kept blaming everything: “Trauma”, Social Media, even Autism, as a “Root Cause” of my Gender Identity.

Upon finding out that I was defending Trans People on Reddit, my Father once entered my Account and Impersonated me while making Transphobic Comments, such as Responses defending Conversion “Therapy” or telling People on HRT “STOP THE TRANSITION NOW!!”, because of which I found a bunch of People being mad at me thinking I was the one to say these stuff. My Father even got mad at me when I deleted the Comments and apologized to all the Trans People he harassed.

As you could expect, I began thinking about killing myself because of this, because I couldnt bear living like this any longer.

Because I kept resisting and trying to keep at least part of my Autonomy, my Father eventually got so tired of it that, on a Sunday Morning, he demanded that I should delete all my Social Media Accounts after Mass, so I told the Priest everything, and he intervened telling my Parents to leave me alone and get me a Psychologist because, in his words, they were doing everything wrong. Thanks to him, my Father went through a Temporary Period in which he would leave me alone and I had to wait to talk to the Psychologist to begin Transitioning since the Priest demanded that I should wait… Until my Father began doing the same things again, and when I vented to the People in my Church who were supporting me, my Father found out and started saying things like “Hes ruining his life” or “Maybe I should beat you up to make you change” or even “If only you had Cancer instead of being Trans.” He even found it ridiculous that I was becoming Suicidal because of his Efforts to change my Gender Identity, its almost like he didnt care about it at all, considering that he kept going on with his Efforts.

One night, I was having fun simulating an Alternative History Scenario on Hearts of Iron IV when an Online Friend managed to talk to me again, it (The Friend in question used It/Its Pronouns) asked me why my Display Name on Roblox was “SilverMan” and why I had a Male Avatar, so I reverted the changes my Father made and explained to it that my Father did that to my Account, it just asked “Why is he so damn Homophobic?” and I went back to playing HOI4 until I got an Email telling me that someone changed my Roblox Account’s Password and Email. When my Father came home, he was really angry at me and began yelling stuff like “YOU HAVE TO RETURN NORMAL!”, he lightly hit my head and said “YOU NEED TO PUT IN THIS HEAD OF YOURS THAT YOU ARE A MAN!”, then he touched my Penis and said “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE THERE?!”. Finally, he forced me to say “I am a Man” confidently in a Tone that didnt make it sound forced, then he threatened to Beat the Trans out of me or “Send Me Somewhere”, ending the whole moment with “If you dont straighten yourself out, I’ll do it myself.”

On July, I managed to find a whole Group of Friends who I didnt come out to until somewhere between October and November. During the Month of August, I spent a long time writing a long Text made to supposedly debunk every Transphobic Belief my Father held. Of course that didnt change his Mind when he read it and he just repeated the same “You’ll suffer more after Transitioning.” The Psychologist we went to, which was also the one who diagnosed me with Autism when I was 4, didnt give any Helpful Advice beyond “Waiting It Out” and hiding my Identity in the meanwhile and “Focusing on my Hobbies”, which overall hasnt worked. Even the Second Psychologist we went to didnt really help, as she only Supported me Privately but validated my Parents’ Transphobia when they were there.

Over time, I shifted from Passively thinking about Death to actively Planning Suicide. I ended up Planning to kill myself at least five times, each of them involved preparing a Suicide Note, a Step-By-Step Plan on how to do it, and the Specific Method to do it, which was Overdosing most of the time, with the only two exceptions being Bleeding to Death and Jumping. Each time I planned led me to eventually cancel the Plan out of Fear, a Fear that kept being less frequent each time I planned Suicide. During a Period where I tried to abstain from Planning Suicide, I ended up struggling Emotionally in general, I was even unable to help in my Church’s Charity Service as I would keep isolating myself just to avoid crying in front of everyone. In the meanwhile, my Parents began trying to act Calmer when encouraging me to suppress my Identity.

The Tension reached its highest when, in the Middle of April and May, I planned Suicide and gave up during what was supposed to be my Last Week of Life. I told a Supportive Teacher at my School that I almost attempted Suicide on the 8th of May, and because of this, the Vice Principal was alerted, who consequentially alerted my Parents and planned to get me to talk to the School Psychologist, yet even like the other two Psychologist, she didnt help at all and just said “Focus on Non-Gendered Aspects of your Identity because you cant Transition at this age.” By that point I decided to renounce getting Professional Help, thinking that there was no way to help me.

For roughly One Month, things reached its Absolute Worst. I began considering the idea of taking Black-Market Hormones, performing Surgery (Specifically an Orchie) on myself, or even setting myself up for Prostitution out of desperation to live in any way that is Feminine. There were certain Moments where I felt the impulse to scream in Agony and run to jump off a High Place.

Along with this, I started developing Psychosis-Adjacent Delusions that compromised my Christian Faith: I believed that I was a Cis Girl in a Past Life and an Evil, Malevolent God sent me to Hell after Death, and the “Hell” in Question was this World, in which Transphobic People were the Demons, Male Puberty and my Genitals were Effects of Hell’s Parasitic Corruption that existed mainly to Torture me, and Supportive/Queer People were Fellow Damned Souls who were coping with their Damnation by trying to Survive.

At a certain point, when I even started struggling to sleep properly, I decided to call the Emergency Line in my Country that exists to report Abuse. At first I hesitated and told myself “Are my Parents even abusing me though?” but I went ahead and messaged this Line anyways, especially because my Friend was also there to encourage and support me. The Operator asked several questions until they told me that Professionals will intervene soon. At first I felt so terrible that I literally cried before sleeping during the Night after the Conversation with the Operator, but I immediately felt better the next day, as my Friend even checked up on me to see if everything was fine.

After 3 Weeks, the Child Protection Authorities in my Country (Called Social Services here because they also aid Families in need) told my Father that they had to talk to him. When he came back from the Meeting, I heard him talk to someone about me during a Phone Call, and what he said strongly suggested that the Meeting was caused by my Conversation with the Emergency Line. After the Call, I and my Father went outside together, where I met a Childhood Friend of mine and came out to her, of course she was supportive too, she even revealed to me that shes Bisexual.

Right after that day, the Social Workers came to our home to discuss what I said on the Conversation with the Emergency Line. In short, my Parents are no longer Legally allowed to force me to cut off Queer/Supportive Friends, force me to Identify as Male, or invade my Privacy in any way unless its to protect me from Predators, which does NOT include the People my Father didnt allow me to talk to. (LGBTQ+ People, Communists, Anarchists, Schizophrenic People etc.)

Ever since then, knowing that I’ll begin Transitioning (At least Socially, because HRT for Minors can only be prescribed after a 6-to-12-Month Psychological Evaluation here) by September 2026 has drastically improved my Mental Health and my Faith as a Christian, in fact it feels weird that I havent thought about Suicide for so many days, considering that I used to think about it nearly every day.

All my Parents can do now is complain about what I have done and tell me that they hope I’ll “Learn to stop being Trans” (Probably through Public Harassment) or that I’m supposedly ruining my Life by existing as myself, but fortunately, complaints dont have the same Power as everything they did before.

TW: Suicide, Psychosis, Abuse

(Note: By Conversion “Therapy” I mean all the Efforts to change my Gender Identity.)

Lets start by introducing myself. I’m Sofia (Or you can also call me Sophie, since its the name I go by on the Internet), an Autistic Trans Girl living in South Italy. I’m currently 15 Years Old as I write this, and this Story began when I was 14. (11-12 if we count the first time I began suppressing my Gender Identity, 5-6 if we count the first time I was uncomfortable being born in a Male Body.)

Back in Early 2025, after a long Period in which I tried to suppress and change my Gender Identity on my own through Prayer, I finally began accepting myself as a Trans Girl and identifying as such. This turned out to be a massive relief to me, as it happened right after I realized how badly my Attempts to change my Identity damaged both my Mental Health AND my Relationship with God and decided to abandon Conservative Christianity to explore Queer-Affirming Theology. Coming out to the first People went really well, as all of them turned out to be Supportive, I even talked to a close friend about it, who also supported me and encouraged me to eventually tell my Parents.

Coming out to my Parents never happened suddenly. Instead, I made it clear that I’m Trans gradually by arguing with my Father, my Cousin, my Uncle and my Aunt to defend Trans Identity since they all held Anti-Trans Views. In fact, one night, during one of these Arguments, my Father asked if I was so defensive because I was possibly Trans according to him. My Mother, after some time, asked the same when we were alone, and I told her the truth, only to hear her say that how I felt wasnt Normal to her.

When we went back home, I came out to my Father as well. At first, he denied the possibility of me being Trans because he thought that I wasnt attracted to Men. (I am, I’m Pansexual.) Either way, we went to sleep not long after that.

The next day I woke up to my Mother telling us that Pope Francis died, my Neighbor arguing with her Mother and running away from home, and my Father sitting on my bed to explain to me that I’ll never be a girl and that my Gender Identity had to do with Demonic Influence. He even showed me an “Ex-Trans Testimonial” of a Mother who allegedly “Cured” her AFAB Child who identified as a Trans Man through “Exploratory Therapy”. It was revealed to me that I was diagnosed with Autism over 10 years ago and my Parents kept it hidden from me this whole time, my Father even planned to Relocate us to another Town if he ever found out that I walked in Public Spaces with Feminine Clothes.

To make this shorter, this led my Parents to take Multiple Actions:

ALL my Social Media Accounts and Chats were Heavily Monitored. Supportive Online Friends were accused of “Influencing” me into being Trans, my Discord Friend List was almost Entirely Wiped Out, and my Father even used my Account to send threats to a Genderfluid Online Friend, threatening to call the Police on them for being too Emotionally Close to me and stuff. Since I once Posted my Face in one of these Chats, my Father theorized that my Online Friends used that Photo to perform a Satanic Ritual on me to make me Trans. Oh and this also led him to renounce his Plan to relocate me, as he found out that, in one of the Chats, I literally told my Online Friends that I was planning to Firebomb the Car Engine just so he wouldnt have any Transport to move to another Town.

I was forced to read countless “Detransition Testimonials” that were either “I felt like I was in the wrong Body but my mom said that its not true so I’m Cis now.” or blatantly fake stupid shit like “I looked at a Doll once when I was 6 and my Parents called a Doctor to slice off my Penis thinking I was a girl.”

I was forced to use Male clothing, He/Him Pronouns, my Deadname and even Male Characters in Video Games… Well, of course I was.

My Father kept blaming everything: “Trauma”, Social Media, even Autism, as a “Root Cause” of my Gender Identity.

Upon finding out that I was defending Trans People on Reddit, my Father once entered my Account and Impersonated me while making Transphobic Comments, such as Responses defending Conversion “Therapy” or telling People on HRT “STOP THE TRANSITION NOW!!”, because of which I found a bunch of People being mad at me thinking I was the one to say these stuff. My Father even got mad at me when I deleted the Comments and apologized to all the Trans People he harassed.

As you could expect, I began thinking about killing myself because of this, because I couldnt bear living like this any longer.

Because I kept resisting and trying to keep at least part of my Autonomy, my Father eventually got so tired of it that, on a Sunday Morning, he demanded that I should delete all my Social Media Accounts after Mass, so I told the Priest everything, and he intervened telling my Parents to leave me alone and get me a Psychologist because, in his words, they were doing everything wrong. Thanks to him, my Father went through a Temporary Period in which he would leave me alone and I had to wait to talk to the Psychologist to begin Transitioning since the Priest demanded that I should wait… Until my Father began doing the same things again, and when I vented to the People in my Church who were supporting me, my Father found out and started saying things like “Hes ruining his life” or “Maybe I should beat you up to make you change” or even “If only you had Cancer instead of being Trans.” He even found it ridiculous that I was becoming Suicidal because of his Efforts to change my Gender Identity, its almost like he didnt care about it at all, considering that he kept going on with his Efforts.

One night, I was having fun simulating an Alternative History Scenario on Hearts of Iron IV when an Online Friend managed to talk to me again, it (The Friend in question used It/Its Pronouns) asked me why my Display Name on Roblox was “SilverMan” and why I had a Male Avatar, so I reverted the changes my Father made and explained to it that my Father did that to my Account, it just asked “Why is he so damn Homophobic?” and I went back to playing HOI4 until I got an Email telling me that someone changed my Roblox Account’s Password and Email. When my Father came home, he was really angry at me and began yelling stuff like “YOU HAVE TO RETURN NORMAL!”, he lightly hit my head and said “YOU NEED TO PUT IN THIS HEAD OF YOURS THAT YOU ARE A MAN!”, then he touched my Penis and said “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE THERE?!”. Finally, he forced me to say “I am a Man” confidently in a Tone that didnt make it sound forced, then he threatened to Beat the Trans out of me or “Send Me Somewhere”, ending the whole moment with “If you dont straighten yourself out, I’ll do it myself.”

On July, I managed to find a whole Group of Friends who I didnt come out to until somewhere between October and November. During the Month of August, I spent a long time writing a long Text made to supposedly debunk every Transphobic Belief my Father held. Of course that didnt change his Mind when he read it and he just repeated the same “You’ll suffer more after Transitioning.” The Psychologist we went to, which was also the one who diagnosed me with Autism when I was 4, didnt give any Helpful Advice beyond “Waiting It Out” and hiding my Identity in the meanwhile and “Focusing on my Hobbies”, which overall hasnt worked. Even the Second Psychologist we went to didnt really help, as she only Supported me Privately but validated my Parents’ Transphobia when they were there.

Over time, I shifted from Passively thinking about Death to actively Planning Suicide. I ended up Planning to kill myself at least five times, each of them involved preparing a Suicide Note, a Step-By-Step Plan on how to do it, and the Specific Method to do it, which was Overdosing most of the time, with the only two exceptions being Bleeding to Death and Jumping. Each time I planned led me to eventually cancel the Plan out of Fear, a Fear that kept being less frequent each time I planned Suicide. During a Period where I tried to abstain from Planning Suicide, I ended up struggling Emotionally in general, I was even unable to help in my Church’s Charity Service as I would keep isolating myself just to avoid crying in front of everyone. In the meanwhile, my Parents began trying to act Calmer when encouraging me to suppress my Identity.

The Tension reached its highest when, in the Middle of April and May, I planned Suicide and gave up during what was supposed to be my Last Week of Life. I told a Supportive Teacher at my School that I almost attempted Suicide on the 8th of May, and because of this, the Vice Principal was alerted, who consequentially alerted my Parents and planned to get me to talk to the School Psychologist, yet even like the other two Psychologist, she didnt help at all and just said “Focus on Non-Gendered Aspects of your Identity because you cant Transition at this age.” By that point I decided to renounce getting Professional Help, thinking that there was no way to help me.

For roughly One Month, things reached its Absolute Worst. I began considering the idea of taking Black-Market Hormones, performing Surgery (Specifically an Orchie) on myself, or even setting myself up for Prostitution out of desperation to live in any way that is Feminine. There were certain Moments where I felt the impulse to scream in Agony and run to jump off a High Place.

Along with this, I started developing Psychosis-Adjacent Delusions that compromised my Christian Faith: I believed that I was a Cis Girl in a Past Life and an Evil, Malevolent God sent me to Hell after Death, and the “Hell” in Question was this World, in which Transphobic People were the Demons, Male Puberty and my Genitals were Effects of Hell’s Parasitic Corruption that existed mainly to Torture me, and Supportive/Queer People were Fellow Damned Souls who were coping with their Damnation by trying to Survive.

At a certain point, when I even started struggling to sleep properly, I decided to call the Emergency Line in my Country that exists to report Abuse. At first I hesitated and told myself “Are my Parents even abusing me though?” but I went ahead and messaged this Line anyways, especially because my Friend was also there to encourage and support me. The Operator asked several questions until they told me that Professionals will intervene soon. At first I felt so terrible that I literally cried before sleeping during the Night after the Conversation with the Operator, but I immediately felt better the next day, as my Friend even checked up on me to see if everything was fine.

After 3 Weeks, the Child Protection Authorities in my Country (Called Social Services here because they also aid Families in need) told my Father that they had to talk to him. When he came back from the Meeting, I heard him talk to someone about me during a Phone Call, and what he said strongly suggested that the Meeting was caused by my Conversation with the Emergency Line. After the Call, I and my Father went outside together, where I met a Childhood Friend of mine and came out to her, of course she was supportive too, she even revealed to me that shes Bisexual.

Right after that day, the Social Workers came to our home to discuss what I said on the Conversation with the Emergency Line. In short, my Parents are no longer Legally allowed to force me to cut off Queer/Supportive Friends, force me to Identify as Male, or invade my Privacy in any way unless its to protect me from Predators, which does NOT include the People my Father didnt allow me to talk to. (LGBTQ+ People, Communists, Anarchists, Schizophrenic People etc.)

Ever since then, knowing that I’ll begin Transitioning (At least Socially, because HRT for Minors can only be prescribed after a 6-to-12-Month Psychological Evaluation here) by September 2026 has drastically improved my Mental Health and my Relationship with God, in fact it feels weird that I havent thought about Suicide for so many days, considering that I used to think about it nearly every day.

All my Parents can do now is complain about what I have done and tell me that they hope I’ll “Learn to stop being Trans” (Probably through Public Harassment) or that I’m supposedly ruining my Life by existing as myself, but fortunately, complaints dont have the same Power as everything they did before.

Its quite a long story. For an entire Year, my Parents tried to change my Gender Identity after finding out that I'm Trans, the Methods Involved making me read "Detransition Testimonies", performing Religious "Blessings" on me since they are Catholic, forcing me to present myself as a Male, and even threatening to Beat/Exorcize/Medicate the Trans out of me. Oh and I shouldnt forget the Time when my Father yelled "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE THERE?!" while touching my Bottoms.

Not long ago, my Country's Child Protection Agency (Called Social Services here in Italy) intervened to start monitoring my Parents after finding out that such Efforts to change my Identity have caused me to experience Suicidal Ideation to the point of Planning to Kill Myself five times alongside Psychosis-Adjacent stuff. (Believing that I was literally in Hell and Demons were hunting me using Transphobic People as their Disguise, for some Reason I didnt view my Parents as Demons though.)

In short, my Parents know how badly their Transphobia affected me, and they are no longer allowed to Suppress my Gender Expression, plan to get me Exorcized by a Priest, or force me to Cut off Queer/Supportive Friends.

However, my Father was also Legally Mandated to get me a (Public) Psychologist. I first thought I would finally get an Actually Helpful Psychologist instead of my Previous 3 Psychologists who either told me to "Focus on Hobbies and pretend the Dysphoria doesnt exist" or just failed to support me by Validating my Parents' Talking Points when they were there.

Eventually... It wasnt the case, I heard my Father calling my Cousin (Who is Transphobic like the Rest of my Family) and talking about seeking Help from "An Association of Parents whose kids had the Same Issue, who United to get Paid Psychologists who can find the Root Cause of Gender Dysphoria", he also talked about Medicating me the same way another Cousin of mine was Medicated for a Problem related to Autism, and the Cousin on the Call, after suggesting to get me a Psychologist who specializes in Autism (Who I would HEAVILY distrust anyways, as I fear that they would dismiss my Identity as an Autistic Hyperfixation and use my Autism as an Excuse to deny me Transition), told him that "If a Good Psychologist says [she] needs to be Medicated you have to do it."

Recently we Moved to my Uncle's House because we got an Emergency Eviction due to an Earthquake, but still, what do I do? I'm desperate to stop me from getting a Non-Affirming Psychologist because I might just end up resorting to Self-Harm, do I burn any Papers that include my Autism Diagnosis that I got when I was 4 and resort to Masking? After all, I'd rather carry the Burden of Pretending I dont have Autism than keep living in this Masculine Body, and it seems that my Parents will never learn anything until I have scars on my Arms or until I die by Suicide, or even worse, they might not even learn from that.

Cerco si spiegare brevemente la situazione, di recente i servizi sociali sono intervenuti perché erano preoccupati di me (MtF 15) dopo che ho detto che i tentativi dei miei genitori di cambiare la mia identità di genere mi hanno spinta a pianificare il suicidio almeno cinque volte e avere episodi con roba simile alla psicosi. Praticamente ora i miei genitori vengono controllati per vedere se mi stanno ancora rovinando la salute mentale.

Come potete indovinare i miei genitori non sono affatto felici di questo, si sono lamentati quasi ogni giorno da quando è successa questa cosa e dicono che se sbagliano qualcosa verrò portata in un "istituto" dove secondo loro mi isoleranno dal mondo (specialmente dai miei amici), mi toglieranno gli oggetti personali, e vivrò con "delinquenti" che sono stati tolti dalle famiglie perché non erano in situazioni stabili. (L'ultima parte l'ha detta un amico di mio padre che dice di conoscere bene i servizi sociali.)

È veramente fatta così una comunità per minori/comunità alloggio? Preferirei avere risposte da persone che hanno avuto a che fare con i servizi sociali DI RECENTE, tipo negli ultimi anni.

(TW: Suicide and, Possibly, Psychosis.)

Long Story Short, about a Year ago I came out to my Parents as a Trans Girl after finding out that the People around me viewed Trans People in ways that ranged from Simply Accepting to Openly Supporting them. Instead of receiving the same Acceptance and Support from them, they basically attempted to change my Gender Identity. I ended up becoming Suicidal over the Distress I had with having a Male Body and ended up Planning to Kill Myself 5 Times over this.

The Methods done to change my Gender Identity involved cutting off Queer Friends, forcing me to present myself as Male both Online and IRL, performing "Blessings" on me since my Parents are Catholic, forcing me to read "Detransition Testimonies", and sometimes escalating by threatening to Medicate, Beat or Exorcize the Trans out of me. One time I was even touched inappropriately to "Prove my Maleness" and forced to say "I am a Man" with a Confident and not Forced-Sounding Tone.

Since at some point I started becoming so Unstable because of how I was forced to live, I started even getting close to resorting to dangerous DIY HRT/Self-Surgery out of Desperation, and sometimes I started experiencing something similar to Psychosis. (I basically started believing that this World was Literally Hell and a Malevolent Deity sent me there, in which Transphobes were Demons and Supportive/Queer People were Fellow Damned Souls. Other times I would even start believing my Internal Organs were Melting or Rotting.)

Ultimately, I talked to a Helpline for Minors that was capable of sending in Social Services (Thats what CPS is called in my Country) and decided to be as Detailed and Honest as Possible. Guess what? Social Services ACTUALLY intervened and decided to impose Limits on my Parents.

In short, if my Parents just try to Suppress my Gender Expression, make me stop talking to Friends just for being Queer or Supportive, or perform "Blessings" on me without my Consent, they will get in SERIOUS Trouble. Besides that, a Judge from the Juvenile Court might want to talk to me.

If my Parents refuse to Cooperate, they will lose Custody of me and I will be placed in a Community where Trained Professionals, who are also bound by Anti-Discrimination Laws to use my Preferred Name and Pronouns, will take care of me and, AFAIK, even give me Gender-Affirming Care without any Obstacles.

All my Parents can do rn is complain about it, while my Father even thought of speedrunning being Non-Cooperative because he thinks that the Community I'll be placed in will strip me of my Belongings and Friends. (Which is, according to the Law, false, as that would be a Violation of my Constitutional Rights. Besides, why would they do the EXACT SAME THING they threatened to Punish my Father for?)

Long ago, pretty much a Month Ago, I made a Post requesting others to Pray for Me because I described the Psychological Abuse that has happened in my Household, which was mainly driven by the belief that I \*must\* stop being a Trans Girl and become a Cis Boy. The Prayers were mainly to make sure my Plan to seek Help from LGBTQ+ Organizations would Succeed.

In the end, I didnt talk just to a LGBTQ+ Organizations, I also talked to a Helpline for Minors going through Abuse, which apparently is also capable of sending in my Country's Child Protection Services, which where I live are Simply called "Social Services".

Two Days ago, the Social Worker who interacts with our Family to help us with State Welfare called my Father to the Office, and yesterday he was told that this Social Worker's Colleagues would come visit our house. Besides coming out to my Childhood Friend who witnessed my Mother giving birth to me, (She also revealed to me that shes Bisexual) I talked to the Social Workers who came to our home and I can say that my Parents will officially stop all attempts at changing my Gender Identity.

This is because the Social Workers explicitly stated that if my Parents ever try to suppress my Gender Expression, force me to cut off Friends just because they Support me or are Queer, or perform a "Small Exorcism" against my Will with the Desired Outcome being Identity Change, they will get in SERIOUS Legal Trouble.

Whether I can begin the Psychological Percourse towards getting HRT (Which lasts from 6 to 12 Months) is yet unclear, but its said I will indeed begin a Psychological Percourse that does NOT involve someone whose best Advice for Gender Dysphoria is "Focus on your Hobbies and pretend the Dysphoria doesnt exist", and my Parents will also begin one with a Separate Professional.

I hope any other Fellow Trans Girl out there whos going through what I went through before Finding the Light manages to reach the same Victory as me, the Era of being free to exist as my Authentic Self has just begun.