My Trans Story
I am a trans guy. I’ve known since I was eight years old. Well.. I had always known I wasn’t happy being perceived as a girl much earlier on, but was exposed to the lgbtq+ community. So, when I was eight I finally understood what I was, am. I waited till I was thirteen to come out, so I could come to terms and accept who I was, I was also scared I had no one to confide in. So the first time I came out, it was to my grandma, she had raised me and I trusted her to most, at first she tried to accept it... but, as I got more comfortable with who I was, she got angrier, and took her anger out on me. I tried to talk to my aunts about who I am, they just told my grandma, it made everything worse. I had problems with undiagnosed depression and anxiety, and began to self harm as a way to cope. One night my grandma told me if I was to transition into a man, she would disown me.. I freaked out, it made my self harming worse. I hid who I was, tried to wear more feminine clothes, I felt disgusted, not just with how I felt wearing them, but with how I felt inside. A couple years later I started seeing a counselor. I told her the trouble I was having with my identity. She helped me stop self harming, my junior year, around prom the issue of what I would wear to prom came up, I broke down because I couldn’t wear a dress, my grandma compromised and let me wear a suit. She also said if I talked to my counselor about my identity, all three of us could sit down and we would talk about it. I was so hopeful that she would finally accept me. Well, when that day came, she shot my hopes down. She explained that I would have to be ready for family to disown me if I went through with it. I broke down. I’m eighteen now, I still have problems some days with who I am. But, I have a wonderful partner, her family accepts me and they fully support me. I’m moving in with her soon so I can be who I am and not worry about my family.
For the trans people, it is rough some days. But it does get easier. You chose who your family is. Not blood. Family is who supports you and loves you no matter who you are, or who you love. Don’t hate who you are like I did because people tell you it’s wrong.
