I Dont Care If People Think Im Crazy I Know The Truth

My general practitioner (g.p) knows I've got ocd and psychosis, he thinks I'm a hypochondriac and don't know half of what I'm saying is accurate, lucky he doesn't know I'm a tgirl, otherwise, I'd be a true second class citizen, I use to have so much respect in his eyes, now I'm just the foul smelling, mentally ill, homeless looking young man/tgirl who can't look after himself/herself and requires constant and consistant care, she can't maintain her hygiene, she doesn't eat properly, she doesn't want to study, she doesn't want to work, shes never going to find a girl and get married to a girl and have babies (so she can be normal, thats the truth, my father tells me all the time), shes never going to be normal and become a father herself, shes a gay (my daddy calls me that all the time), she is a crazy and she deserves to be in a padded room (my father tells me that all the time too), he (A.S, as in me) wants to be free and be who she deserves to be, a coke-addled coke-fiend prostritute streetwalking and strutting my stuff up my local red light district, no, I wouldn't do that, I'm no fallen angel, I'm a good girl, who has to obey her familys wishes, even though it is so wrong to her, A. is Donna, a trans girl old enough to help herself find herself, S. is K., eventually I will take my husbands name and even K. will be passé, so my father and mother should stop obstacles in my way, my doctor isn't really a doctor I want to keep seeing, hes not close or anything like that