Transgender Identity Papers

It all truly began during the school year of 2013-2014. I knew something was different about me. I wasn’t like the other girls. I was always so envious of boys, because they got to play with trucks and transformers and I was stuck with barbies and littlest pet shops. So, I just brushed it off and figured I was a tomboy, I just kept it to myself because I was always a girl. I only ever had sisters. I never had a male influence because my dad worked a lot. I lived this way for a couple years, assuming it was a tomboy phase I was going through. But the feeling that I was different just didn’t go away. Until in 8th grade when I discovered the word ‘transgender’. I found some people that are around my age that were transgender. At first, I was just

trying to expand my understanding of the LGBT+ community, Until I started relating to these people. I started researching. A lot. I started to question if I was transgender.

I started asking people who are transgender how they figured it out and I really related to how they say they felt before they came out. Eventually, I decided that I really am transgender. Now comes the hard part. Coming out to my family. I waited until I had a gut feeling that it was time to do it. I remember it vividly. I decided to text my family in a group text message. I walked to the nearest park and sat down at a bench so no one could read over my shoulder. I started writing up the message, I remember that it was very long and it included definitions of transgender, paragraphs of my feelings, it really was everything I had been holding in for so long into a couple of paragraphs. I was so nervous that I was shaking with the amount of adrenaline pumping through my body. I was shaking so much that I accidently hit the ‘send’ button before I was ready. I started crying because I couldn’t hold it in any longer. After they all had read the text, I started walking home I ran to the bathroom and locked the door and washed myself up. After I left the bathroom I ran into my room and laid on my bed. I couldn’t help but cry, yet feel relieved. Then I fell asleep. About an hour later I was woken up by my

dad. He came downstairs to tell me “We still love you. We support you. Your mother is crying because she doesn’t have her little girl anymore.” I responded with a simple “Okay. I love you.” As he left the room he said, “I love you too.”. After that I rolled over and fell back asleep. The next morning, I came up to eat breakfast and my mom asked me if I wanted to go get new clothes that I felt more comfortable in. Of course, I said yes! Later that day, For the first time, I shopped in the men’s section rather that the women’s. It felt so right. Skip to about a year later, and I feel like the happiest boy in the world. Soon, I should be starting testosterone to make my body more masculine. I can’t wait.