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I was cyberschooled throughout much of my youth, and so would often stare at the same four walls. Time goes slow when you’re left alone in a room. Ever since puberty, I had felt progressively more numb, more disconnected from my body and my surroundings than I already was. I simply existed as a passive vessel watching my own body move, my own life unfurl in front of me. I never could understand why-my mother would often scream at me that I was just a lazy failure, and so I figured that must be the reasoning. She’d often reprimand me for the smallest mistake, threaten me with physical violence, and humiliate me in front of family and friends, so when she would often rant about how trans people are “mentally ill,” I never dared to even consider that I might be a part of that group, because I couldn’t bare what that would mean for me. Nonetheless, I found my way to the trans corner of the internet, and slowly did the pieces come together. I began to put together who I was and what that meant for me. I’m transgender! These words began to fit together into a cohesive sentence, and I began to feel a new spring of joy when my new friends would refer to me as she and her, as they let me try out name after name, and as I began to find out, for the first time, who I was. Maybe, just maybe, I could even start to transition. My first step on this journey had to be coming out to my mother. I never directly told her that I’m trans, but she did find out and try to force me through a home-brew conversion therapy. Continuous attempts were in place to convince me I was delusional, that I wasn’t trans but just vying for attention, or making a scheme to sabotage her social position. In her world, I was a confused young man, someone who was a broken machine in need of fixing.Īs a minor, I ran away several times, once even across state boundaries.
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Each attempt at escape resulted in me getting caught and set back to square one, pushing me into an intense despair. In the middle of this despair, though, kept that want for freedom, for escape. It carried over to college, where for the first time in my life, I felt truly, genuinely free. I was able to start transitioning, able to finally be who I am. I got a jumpstart on hormones, got my hands on a stable job, and had a small support system. I felt endlessly lucky, like I had actually made it in life. Having low funds at such a young age meant low credit, and by the end of the first semester, I ran out of student loans.Ĭollege is expensive, and even going into it I knew that my funds were limited. Something had to change, because I’d never be free, be myself, if I kept it up. I decided to take the biggest risk yet, and started transitioning again. It devastated me-there was no way with my then credit that I would’ve been able to get more student loans, and my family was most definitely not reliable nor willing, and so I was out of luck again.
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I was left with no other options, and felt like I had no choice but to move back in with my family.