one of the first people I came out to was my youth pastor.

So I've identified as a trans man since I was 14 (I was always male, but I didn't figure out all of the trans stuff until later). I came out as trans on tumblr and a couple other online places right when I figured it out. The first irl person I came out to was the youth pastor at my southern baptist church. For those who don't know, the SBC is extremely transphobic.
I wrote a note, explaining the bare minimum, and gave it to him at the beginning of youth Bible study. After, he and I talked for like 45 minutes. It was rough. He told me I was going to hell, that I deserved every bit of pain other people inflict upon me due to my trans ID, that he would always see me as female. Now, I had been researching and studying trans identity in the Bible for about 6 months before this. The Bible does not say anything about trans people being bad or sinful. It does say that all people, no matter what, deserve respect and love. We argued several passages for awhile, and I countered every one. Finally, he said "the southern baptist convention says it's bad." I was livid. He said all these awful things because of what other people say to think?! The Bible reminds us that no man is infallible, and all man-made structures and systems of power are shakeable. The Bible tells us that God is the only infallible, unshakeable being. The Bible tells us that a hierarchy like the SBC is not something for us to have much faith in, and this guy was refusing to question it, refusing to speak out against it? And this 25 year old cishet youth pastor was telling me these awful things?
I specifically told him not to tell anyone. He knew he was the first irl person I told, and that I trusted him, even though he said all of those things to me. By Sunday, 4 days later, I found out he'd told his wife, the pastor, and the pastor's wife. He knew that that was a threat to my safety.
Later, he gave my mom a phone number for a therapist. We told him that was unnecessary, that I was already seeing a therapist who specialized in gender dysphoria. He insisted we at least call. It was a religious therapist. I went to see her, and I figured out pretty quickly that I'd been put into conversion therapy without my consent. I saw her like 3 times. I convinced my mom to let me switch back because the therapist had been asking a lot of questions about sex, dating, bottom surgery, etc. and writing detailed notes. I said I was uncomfortable with her. My mom relented, mostly because I'd started self harming again. Plus, I was 15 at the time. It's weird for an adult to be asking those questions to a literal child.
I'm now 17, I openly identify as a trans man, and I'm about to start T. My mom has come around. Unfortunately, my church still hates me for being trans. But I don't care anymore.