"I'm scared of being thrown out of the house by the people I'm now accusing of transphobia and abuse"

When I was a kid - 10, 12, something like that - my mom grounded me for some preteen infraction - talking back, not cleaning my room, failing to complete some chore - that escapes my memory. I threw a fit, as kids that age are wont to do, and accused my mother of child abuse. I remember this because my mother, bless her, handed me a piece of paper with the phone number of a child abuse hotline and told me to call them and report her. Of course, I never did, because even at the time I knew I wasn't being abused.

It terrifies me to know I were a few decades younger, and my mom's "abuse" consisted of not calling me by the name I'd chosen for myself five minutes earlier, I might have been emboldened to call the child hotline and give a truthful account of my situation, knowing that there was a decent chance they'd take me completely seriously.