British TV solves everything

I mentioned several posts ago that I will be moving back into my parents' house in April when the current lease on my apartment is up. Moving back into their house absolutely terrifies me. This has nothing to do with my parents. It has everything to do with my two youngest siblings.

I am the oldest of four. Oldest Little Brother is 19 years old, and he and I are very close. Little Sister is going to be 14 years old in two weeks, and Youngest Little Brother is now 11.

Oldest Little Brother, being very active in the LGBT community (alongside me), completely understands my transition and is very respectful and supportive of me. However, Little Sister and Youngest Little Brother have yet to fully wrap their heads around it. I don't blame them. They're young, they haven't been exposed to much LGBT stuff, and they've known me as a girl for their entire lives up until about two months ago.

Still, trying to explain my transition to them is kind of like trying to explain to a four-year-old that there is no monster under their bed; you can say it until you're blue in the face, but the kid will still wake you up in the middle of the night by screaming bloody murder that they heard growling coming from under their bed.

I constantly have to remind my youngest siblings about the change. They'll call me my legal name, and I will politely remind them that I go by a different name. Two minutes later, they'll do it again. I will remind them again. Two minutes later, same thing. I'll remind them again. And guess what happens two minutes later? By this point, it is extremely difficult not to lose my temper. I know that snapping or yelling or making a big deal of it in any way is wrong, because they're not doing it to intentionally irritate me. They just forget and they fall back on what they're used to. Still, it's one of those small things that seems insignificant to the outside world, but actually has an effect on the transperson who is the target of said "insignificant" interaction.

I've had several conversations with both of my youngest siblings that all go roughly the same way:

Sibling: (question or reference to me being a girl)

Me: Well, that doesn't really apply to me, because I'm not a girl.

Sibling: Yes you are.

Me: No. I'm really not.

Sibling: Yes, you are!

Me: We've talked about my transition 18 thousand times.

Sibling: But you're still a girl for now.

Me. No. I. Am. Not.

Sibling: Are so!

Me: Whatever.

I know that they're young and I know that they don't understand. But that doesn't make it any easier. A lot of times, people who don't understand can be (unintentionally) just as hurtful as people who blatantly refuse to accept your transition.

My solution: locking myself in a room with a TV and watching British TV shows forever!