Damn guys.
I'm sorry Annie.

I want to say that your mom's trying to come from a good place. That she can't do anything to help you carry your own children so wants to see there being a reason for you being born male. My mom insists me being born female must have been for the best because she doesn't believe I'd be a good person and would have knocked up some girl before I turned 18. I don't believe that of course, but I try not to take offense because I know that my family is just trying to make sense of why I wasn't born male. I'm glad you have your aunt!
I'm sorry about your situation too Elven. Maybe they'll eventually come around, it's pretty upsetting how hard it can be for them to have a change of mind though =/ I'm aiming for top surgery during the summer break months and she'll still refer to it as me mutilating myself. I actually don't mind when she talks like this because I can then inform her with the research I've done and she'll listen.
If I may share

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Half a year ago she didn't want to hear any of it. Hell, as soon as I got a haircut she no longer wanted to see my face. I still remember the day I got an angry phone call from my sister because I texted my mom a picture of myself smiling(I was taking summer courses but my campus being relatively small and rural, was mostly deserted, and I had to stay in these old military houses turned housing for students, and I was the only kid on the block. I had no car and was working two jobs, one off campus, as well as taking physics and calculus 2 on the main campus in another city. So it was very lonely and stressful but I tried to keep a brave face for my folks.), she chewed me out for being selfish and insensitive because our mom had a hysterical breakdown in the bathroom soon after. We're first generation hispanic and catholic, so not wearing my earrings and cutting my hair was very shocking.
The reason my family changed their tune however was because I was forced into a mental hospital after being unable to stop crying at the counselor's. I wasn't allowed to leave until I complied with treatment, i.e. took anti-depressants. School kicked back up and I was being low-key bullied by the group of friends I had become close to first year. There was one person in particular who was constantly over- they would threaten, insult, yell, and put me down in my own house whilst they struggled to accept and support me. Another would out me just to publicly ridicule me. The other two, my roommates, were very passive, defended the others, and wouldn't believe me about how an ex-friend hated me and constantly took out his frustrations on me. At the same time the anti-depressants actually caused me to have depression (a darkness I can no longer even imagine), became overly dependent on interacting with my friends, and began to self harm because I felt as if God had left me. (Yeah, I was very stupid) Next thing I know I get the cops called on me and I'm in a mental hospital that treats you like the scum of the earth. I lose trust in my roommates and become angry when they begin to isolate me in favour of those who've been less than kind to me. I send one angry text, they misinterpret it, and I'm back in another mental hospital and I am suspended from school.
All this made my family realize how serious the situation was for me, and that I couldn't really handle it all by myself.
I know that 95% of everything that happened was my fault, it got messy and I'm still working on maturing and moving past everything. But yeah, that's how my family became really accepting. There's a lot more to it and I'm sure it would have happened eventually over time. But my dumb self worked like a catalyst. 10/10 would never do again.
And Matthew, that sounds really infuriating. I'm hopeful she'll back out of it before it's too late. It's all fun and games when it's just a matter of self expression.