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Dear Mom,
I wish you'd understand that this is not just a phase. This isn't going to be going away. This is who I am. I wish you could see that I'm not happy. I wish you'd understand that I could be happy if you'd let me do this. I want to change my name. Don't worry, I'll use the name you planned on naming me had I been born in the right body.
I want to be put on T. I don't care if it make my acne worse, I never really cared about my looks much anyway. I don't care if my leg hair starts growing more and more. I never had a problem with my leg hair, I just didn't want to be the weird "girl" in town with hairy legs. I'm even getting used to the idea that I'll go bald in my old age.
I can handle this, mom, I promise. I'm not messing up my life, I'm trying to make me feel better about it.
I want to have a breast reduction. I have been complaining about my breasts for years and you know I've always hated them. They have always been bigger than my peers'. I find them gross and don't think they were meant to be there. Almost every girl in the world are happy with their breast. I'd say that my not liking them proves that I'm not a girl.
I want to pee standing up. Ever since that one day at granny's house, when I was four, when I had to pee outside, I wish I had had a penis.
I'm not saying that I don't still want to be your child. I'm not saying that I've never been happy. I'm just saying that I want to be put in the right body. Money may be a problem, but its a problem I can fix. If I can get a job and pay for the testosterone and the top surgery, I should be able to do it. If I can afford to legally change my name, I should be able to do it. I know that I'm only a teenager, but what is talking about my future going to do. I research constently about these things. I'm not going in blind. You have said yourself many times in the past that I'd might as well have been a gay boy in a girls body. Why is it s problem, now that I want to do something about that?
I love you mom, but can you please listen to me.
Love,
Your son.
I wish you'd understand that this is not just a phase. This isn't going to be going away. This is who I am. I wish you could see that I'm not happy. I wish you'd understand that I could be happy if you'd let me do this. I want to change my name. Don't worry, I'll use the name you planned on naming me had I been born in the right body.
I want to be put on T. I don't care if it make my acne worse, I never really cared about my looks much anyway. I don't care if my leg hair starts growing more and more. I never had a problem with my leg hair, I just didn't want to be the weird "girl" in town with hairy legs. I'm even getting used to the idea that I'll go bald in my old age.
I can handle this, mom, I promise. I'm not messing up my life, I'm trying to make me feel better about it.
I want to have a breast reduction. I have been complaining about my breasts for years and you know I've always hated them. They have always been bigger than my peers'. I find them gross and don't think they were meant to be there. Almost every girl in the world are happy with their breast. I'd say that my not liking them proves that I'm not a girl.
I want to pee standing up. Ever since that one day at granny's house, when I was four, when I had to pee outside, I wish I had had a penis.
I'm not saying that I don't still want to be your child. I'm not saying that I've never been happy. I'm just saying that I want to be put in the right body. Money may be a problem, but its a problem I can fix. If I can get a job and pay for the testosterone and the top surgery, I should be able to do it. If I can afford to legally change my name, I should be able to do it. I know that I'm only a teenager, but what is talking about my future going to do. I research constently about these things. I'm not going in blind. You have said yourself many times in the past that I'd might as well have been a gay boy in a girls body. Why is it s problem, now that I want to do something about that?
I love you mom, but can you please listen to me.
Love,
Your son.
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I'm Sorry Mommy
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Stop Yelling At Me!
Mommy, Please!
Can't you see how much this is hurting me!?
How this is the time when I need you the most?
Mommy! Listen to my words!
Didn't you love me before?
I haven't changed I promise.
I'm still the person I was yesterday,
And the day before,
And the day I was born.
Mommy, how can love ever be bad? Or wrong?
Mommy, I don't understand why you don't understand.
Why don't you want me to be happy?
She makes me happy!
Isn't that what you wanted? For me to be happy?
I never meant to be a disappointment.
I am sorry I can't change your views.
And I am sorry I am picking her over you.
But she loves me for
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But It Always Felt Wrong
She sat in her room alone one day
Wearing a tight fit t shirt and skinny jeans
Her hair pulled back in a pony tail
She stared blankly into the mirror across the room
She looked confused worried and scared
Her mom yelled to her from just outside the bedroom door
"Karli what are you up to?"
But she didn't answer
She just sat there
Karli wasn't there
But parker was
Parker sat there staring into the mirror
Uncomfortable in the close that just felt too tight
And missing the baseball cap he found comfort in
A tear flowed down his face as he thought about what they called him
It wasn't "Fag" or "freak" or "idiot" that hurt him so bad
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Parenting A Choice
Scared am I, the hospital I travel to,
Giving birth to my child, I tell the doctor what to do,
This was hard, a terrible night,
Then came joy, my son now in sight,
Birthdays quickly come and go, giving birth to a hole,
I hide things from my husband, including our son playing with a doll,
I see beyond his words and each toy,
Then comes reality with my son saying he doesn't want to be a boy,
I assist my son with his wants and needs,
Knowing my husband will learn this, my mind bleeds,
My doctor gives advice and eventually a pill,
My husband discovers and states our son is ill,
Only with reinforcement of family and time,
Am I able to
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It's hard to explain how my mother reacted when I came out to here. She basically yelled at me and told me it wasn't going to happen, that I'd never be able to afford it, that I'd never make it through.
Basically, she reacted like this guys grandmother ---> [link]
I hurts more than you can imagine
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EDIT: I just wanted to say that my mom came around and she said that she accepts me for who I am. I am going to keep this up, though, because I feel like if I leave this up and put in the discription that she came around, then younger transfolk or newly out transfolk will see that someday, some sooner than others, your parents come around. I wish the best of luck to all of you. And thanks for all of the supportive comments, before. I really appriciate it.
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I can thank all of you individually for favoriting, so, THANK YOU SO MUCH
Basically, she reacted like this guys grandmother ---> [link]
I hurts more than you can imagine
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EDIT: I just wanted to say that my mom came around and she said that she accepts me for who I am. I am going to keep this up, though, because I feel like if I leave this up and put in the discription that she came around, then younger transfolk or newly out transfolk will see that someday, some sooner than others, your parents come around. I wish the best of luck to all of you. And thanks for all of the supportive comments, before. I really appriciate it.
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I can thank all of you individually for favoriting, so, THANK YOU SO MUCH
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This is so touching...
It's very hard for me coming out to people in real life(since I'm one of the most socially awkward emotional guys out there), in which I think writing about it is alot easier; It relieves alot of stress.
I hope you continue to have a wonderful day!~
It's very hard for me coming out to people in real life(since I'm one of the most socially awkward emotional guys out there), in which I think writing about it is alot easier; It relieves alot of stress.
I hope you continue to have a wonderful day!~