How else do I say this other than my parents want me to be on the swim team, you know the sport where you start by standing 75% naked in a group of other 75% naked guys. It is a pain full daily reminder of my unfortunate situation. And he worst part is I know my mom knows I'm trans, even though she forces me to do this. This is the bit that moves the plot forward, because I think my dad may suspect, but isn't saying shit. The only person I would have been able to talk to would be my great uncle Larry, who was a minister funny enough. I hate to make it about me, but he passed soon after I found out. So how would you approach this situation? Anything I'll help.
I'm sorry that I can't help more about the swimming, but I can really relate to the part about your parents knowing but refusing to say anything. All I can suggest is to try and make the dysphoria a bit less bad by making sure that every day you get some time with people who you're out to and who respect you, if you can. You could always try saying that you don't have time for swimming and want to focus on work or something too.
