Personal Narrative: I Was Born Trans

I was born trans, and I will die trans. There is nothing parent’s, my priest, or myself could have done or will do to change that. I came out as transgender the summer before I started high school, and let me tell you this, it was quite a shock to my parents. Let me tell you this, there is no amount of hints you can drop that will make two gold star Catholic parents ponder, “Hmm, I think my daughter, just might be a boy,” even if you go the extra mile to the most tomboy person imaginable, cut all your hair off, only wear boy clothes, and develops an obsession with studying trans people while reporting back to them. Not even for second will it cross their minds. I knew my entire life I was a boy, but I didn’t know I trans until I fourteen. I blame this on poor exposure and lack of education.

My childhood was lost because of this, but since coming out a new world has opened. When I started my freshman year of high school I was quiet, extremely introverted, depressed, and always anxious. I didn’t how to make friends, I had no friends, and I was at a new school. My world was turned upside down, but for the first time in my life, I could be who I wanted to be, which was myself. I didn’t want to trapped inside myself anymore and didn’t want to be afraid of what the world could do to me. So I just decided not to. My first year was rough, I had a lot of bullies, they didn’t like that I was trans, they scared of me, and hated. I didn’t understand it and tried it alone, but it got nowhere. By sophomore year I had changed the way I did things, I built a support system, and I defeated what was keeping me down. I wanted to help other kids like me, so I founded my schools first independent