My father passed away 12 years ago, from brain cancer that technically rendered him unable to raise me for the duration of my childhood. Three of his four brothers stepped in, to raise me, together, and as a result, I had as happy of a childhood as one tormented by gender dysphoria throughout can have.
I hid my gender dysphoria, from them, well. I made the effort to change my life for the better at every step of the way, by pushing to be removed from the all-boys high school at which I felt very out of place, graduating from the public coed high school where I later found sanctuary, and even graduating from a trade school with my associate degree when certain problems caused me to fail out of the college I'd started at.
The desire to have SRS has been expressed to only one of the three. I have told my mother, as well, who thought it might be a good idea for me to move away from the family to keep from putting them through the pain of the transition (Initial reaction: "I really think you need to find your own place."), and I have agreed.
The uncle whom I informed of my decision immediately launched into a lecture about accepting the gifts God gives us, and not making permanent changes to our bodies in an attempt to be something we were not meant to be.
The first uncle whom I informed of my joint decision with my mother for me to move out called me last night, saying that I was making the biggest mistake of my life, and was *insulted* that I would not tell him any part of my reason for even going, which was because I didn't want to put him through any of what I'm going through. I told him, "That which has been heard and seen cannot be unheard and unseen. If I tell you of the thing which drives me to leave, it may shock you, and I don't want the additional burden of having put anyone else through my pain. It's not fair, as it is, that I go through this, and it would be double-unfair to ask your support in something of which you know nothing." This phone call prompted me to fully cry for the first time in 12 years.
Outside of the circle of friends with whom I am moving in, no one seems to understand enough to care, nor care enough to try to understand. I am fairly used to being the "weird one" in the family, but I've never been yelled at by either of those uncles before now. This cements, in my mind, that I have no support system here at "home."
I don't know what I'm asking, in terms of advice. I guess I'm just reaching out with the hope that someone reads this.