I’ve always known I was trans. From being around five, I’d guess. I always wanted to be a boy, I always wanted boys toys. I resented being a girl. I hated it with a passion. I was always jealous of the boys at school, I wanted to be like them, be friends with them but it just never happened.
When I was around 12/13 I came out to my mother. She fully supported me, she even offered to take me to the GP if I wanted to, to get some help or start hormones. I refused, I suppressed it again and again until at 26 I couldnt suppress it anymore.
I came out in a Facebook post to my work colleagues and friends. I came out privately to my family either in person or by phone call. My dad took it the worst. I was sure he thought id lost the plot. But I hadn’t, I’d just rewritten my plot.
My husband is my greatest source of support. Always there for me and he said he would stand by me no matter what. The only thing in question is the “bedroom” matters. I’m sure we will make it work.
I started T 28th June 2022 and there is no going back now.
My weird little life 