Hi, I'm very sad, scared and confused like it always happens in these scenarios. I just need to vent a bit and relying on my friends is a bit to much for me atm. I'm just not used to it and don't want to feel more overwhelmed than what I already am. I'm a 24yo trans masc person (I use he/him) and I'm spending the holidays with my family because although they are often problematic I still miss them, my childhood house and the atmosphere. I came out to them 7 years ago and they were confused but pretty much all ok with it. They started using my chosen name and preferred pronouns only 3 years ago after I started HRT and had surgery. My mom tho, for some reason, has been using she/her to refer to me since the beginning of the holidays [I'm from Italy and in Italian you have to specify the gender in the verbs especially when referring directly to a person]. I'm not super masculine but I have a beard and mustache, and dress masculine but like fem jewellery and have a "gay accent", soft voice and manners. It's just the way I'm used to speak in my daily life. I don't and won't fake it, just to make anyone comfortable. But it hurts. I asked my mom to talk in private in a silly way, by tugging her shirt because I was, honestly, intimidated to confront her. I wanted to look funny and cute to mellow her response but she got mad and yelled at me (which already scared me) but I told her the problem anyway. She jumped at me and told me it was not true and I had to be imagining it in an aggressive way. I told her no and that really happened because I listen very well when she speaks to me and she washed me off saying that she didn't notice but that tugging her shirt was very stupid of me and to never do that again. Plus she "called me with my other name all her life" so it was given that she was still getting used to the new name and pronouns (after 7 f***ing years). Then she went back to my cousin who she was speaking to before I came and lamented my behaviour with her. I took my headphones and hid under the bedsheets like I'm used to when I feel like this. I kinda standed my ground there telling her she was wrong (which made me proud of myself) but it still felt like shit. She will never acknowledge the fact that she was actually in the wrong.