got another psych appointment today

ive always thought that if id jsut had a normal sibling that it wouldn’t be so hard on my family that im suicidal and trans. my mum has said a ton of stuff that can seem kinda bigoted and every conversation we have is a dance around reality, but i understand why she does it. i think that for her whole world to not come crashing down she just has to think of me at all times as her 6 year old son that my teachers loved and said was gifted and smart and mature for my age and so quiet. but like…what now? what now that i can’t do that. what now that i can’t pretend anymore. we’re just stuck…