Made an account just to respond to this. Can I just say, whoo, that signup process is a little bit of a nightmare.
This is.. going to be a long one, and I apologize for that.
When I was 12, I was a gifted student. I was getting straight As, I was in extracurriculars, I painted constantly. But I was also transgender. And I was terrified for how my parents would take it. They just... Did not take it. They told me it was because of the people I hung out with- I didn't actually know any other transgender people, only a lesbian who frequently had a good laugh calling me a slur or two, bless her heart- Told me it was a phase- Then treated me worse the longer it went on, realizing it wasn't a phase-, told me I needed to just sort myself out, was confused, was angsty. My father particularly. It ruined.. a lot. I felt like a monster. I genuinely thought my father hated me because of something I couldn't control. Which wasn't quite the case- He didn't hate the ideal of me he had built up. A straight, non-transgender daughter who would wear a lovely white dress on her wedding day. He didn't hate that ideal. But he hated that I wasn't that ideal. He couldn't cope with the fact I was a person, with my own thoughts, opinions, identity, life.
I thought my parents didn't love me any longer. I wasn't old enough, mature enough to be capable to see that while they still loved me, that didn't mean they couldn't treat me unkindly, couldn't hurt me. My grades plummeted. I dropped out of quite a few of those extra classes I used to pride myself in. Stopped drawing. My father assumed this was because of that phase, that confusion, that lesbian friend- so he isolated me. Isolation made me... I got worse. I thought he was punishing me for being sad, being alone, being transgender. Why would I spend time with someone who hated me, my 13 year old self thought. It hardly seemed fair that I do that. He got upset that I was distant, avoiding him. He thought it was because of that phase. He seemed more upset at me, so I got more distant, obviously he was upset because he had to have a disgusting tr*nny as a child, why would he want that. And so the cycle continued, with the occasional scream match or mental breakdown.
Eventually, I had a plan that I would just.. Never talk to him after I turned 18. If he wouldn't love me for who I was, why should I be around him, my little 14 year old self thought.
And then he developed terminal cancer. I tried to wear makeup and dresses. No dying man wanted a daughter like me. But it was still obvious, he knew as much as I did that I was putting on a show for a dying man. It took a year of him getting worse, calling me worse slurs while the tumors grew, while his hair fell out, while his skin grew yellowed and he grew thinner and thinner, for him to tell me that he loved me. He hadn't told me he loved me since I came out, almost three years prior. He used to say it everyday. I didn't think he did love me anymore. He told me, then, he loved me, and that he'd accept me for who I was.- Though he still hung on to the idea it may be a phase, that I may simply be wishing myself a different body due to my medical conditions. I didn't argue with him. I knew he needed that. He died shortly after. I wish the last years I had with him were better. The last years I had with him were the worst of my life. It took him realizing he was going to die with our relationship what it was to truly, really make it clear that he didn't hate me for being mentally ill, and suicidal, and transgender. I will never get the years I spent thinking my own father hated me back. I will never be able to replace the years I spent being yelled at by him, isolated by him, hurt by him in ways that I can't heal from. I want to make it very clear here, you will make your child's biggest memories of you be ones that made them hurt. Made them want to disappear, hide. Your children will get very good at hiding. Very good at hiding the chest binders they buy from you. Very good at hiding their emotions from you. Hiding what they do, who they talk to, who they are. It becomes a necessity in the environment you are cultivating. You will feel as though you don't have children, but two young people living in your home, people you barely know. And they will feel the same about you, but with added fear.
This isn't to say you're a bad parent. You're scared for your children, you want to do your best. That's what a parent is supposed to do. But you need to evaluate the choices you make now, because right now is one of the most critical times in their lives, and your choices will follow them forever. You don't get to opt out of being a parent.
As a parting note, here's some sources- trusted ones, mind you, with actual science behind them- about why accepting transgender children is so very important, if my own testimony is not enough. Please note that some of this does show and talk about detransitioned people and people who grew out of gender dysphoria- I really do try to not cherry pick my research.
www.huffpost.com/entry/when-parents-reject-their_b_872191
www.theatlantic.com/science/archive/2019/01/young-trans-children-know-who-they-are/580366/
pediatrics.aappublications.org/content/137/3/e20153223
www.washington.edu/news/2016/02/26/transgender-children-supported-in-their-identities-show-positive-mental-health/
www.washington.edu/news/2019/11/18/among-transgender-children-gender-identity-as-strong-as-in-cisgender-children-study-shows/
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gender_dysphoria_in_children "If gender dysphoria persists into puberty, it is most likely permanent"
www.nhs.uk/conditions/gender-dysphoria/
www.childrens.health.qld.gov.au/blog-gender-dysphoria-in-children-and-adolescents-is-not-a-phase/