DamenAJ
I have an opposite experience.
My family is poor, and my mom tends to ignore a problem if it isn't in her face, and my dad is a flake. So no one put me into therapy until I said "Hey, I wanna go to therapy." But the only reason I went to therapy was because a. I wanted a diagnosis, and b. because I wanted to start my physical transition.
I was 16-17 when I went to this guy. I was always totally masculine, but I didn't know what trans was until I was a teenager, and then I didn't know I was trans until I was... probably 15? Maybe 14? I'm bad with dates and ages.
Anyway, when I figured out I was trans, I went online, read books, etc. Got a lot of info on what to do and how to help myself, and what my options were.
And then I went to this shrink.
I sat down and said "I'm transsexual"
And he was like "Okay."
And we talked about it, and he was like "Yeah, I have no doubts you're transsexual, you sound like a guy to me." and it wasn't an issue at all.
Let's see... my story...
I was about 8 or 9, playing one of those Digimon digivice things while with my grandparents in K-Mart. I had an epiphany.
"Wooooah...."
Then I asked my grandmother if she would still love me if I were a girl. And she said she would (though she apparently lied about it ;P), but mentioned it to my mom. They thought nothing of it.
I started to tell my friends, and they were cool with it. Then I moved to a state full of homophobes. I went to play with the boys because I didn't want any girls to think I was weird. But I still played all the girl roles in our games.
But then I started to learn about homophobia. And I came to hate anyone who wasn't straight, including myself. Then until I was 15, I had forgotten all about my feelings. But they came back. After learned about the whole trans deal, I came out to my mom. She was okay with it, but has a tone-of-voice problem and I thought she was mad. She wasn't really mad.
The therapist just accepted my self-diagnosis.