Sorry, Wrangell, but some parents are not very tolerant of their children having remotely different interests.
My father attempted from the day I was born to instill in me an interest in hunting and other aspects of the "I wanna be a redneck, harrr, fart, moon-pies, let's go sling some mud" doctrine. When I was 8, I told him that I questioned the ethics of hunting, and I intimated that I had a more intellectual bent in my character and different interests from his.
What followed was ten years of feeling like a scantly-trained soldier trying to survive behind enemy lines. If you really want to hear what that is like, ask anybody who has gone through the misery of being rejected by their families and communities. It isn't pretty. I've heard stories that make mine look relatively tame.
I've known furries in places like P. Bucket County, South Carolina who have been driven to the point of being forced to drop out of school out of fear for their very lives, and one of them that I talked to recently couldn't even get his parents to give him a lift in the morning to try to earn his GED after going to that extreme.
The rejection that some people would face for being anything but a carbon-copy of their moms or dads (only more mindless and obedient) can really be that intense.
But I've also known furries who described their families and communities to me, and I said readily, "Okay, so your Dad is a sci-fi nut who reads more Manga than you do and actually speaks fluent Japanese from watching so much undubbed anime, and your mother is a Jewish Wiccan who believes in tree-spirits? Go ahead and tell them. I can guarantee your dad would personally drive you to Anthrocon and have a bigger blast than you." And I have often been right about those kinds of assessments.
The point is, everyone's situation is different, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what kind of situation you are in. You, Wrangell, are extremely blessed to have such a supportive family and community. I hope that you realize that.