The Truth About Gender Dysphoria: My Experiences Battling It

Trigger Warning

When I was young, around the age of 8, I learned that I didn’t have to be the gender I was born as. But there was one thing I didn’t know that would be essential to my future, and that is that I could be something that wasn’t binary. Non-binary, agender, genderqueer, genderfluid, and many many more. I thought that something was wrong with me because I wasn’t a girl like people always said I was. But I wasn’t a boy either. I felt like both, so as the average kid who believed everything adults said, I thought something was wrong with me. Nothing was, but naive little me didn’t know that.

I felt like I was living the life of somebody else, an out-of-body life while people told me that I would grow up to be a nice woman and my husband would be proud. When I was in seventh grade, I found the best group of friends I’ve had, we’re still great friends to this day. They introduced me to the wide gender and sexuality spectrum, which I immediately realized I was a part of. I was still in denial about my gender. At that time I identified as a cishet female. I felt like my current identity was a shell, and my real identity was breaking that shell as I was struggling to keep it in, deny it existed. My cishet self was eating my conscience as I constantly felt wrong, different. If you’re a parent reading this, connect your child with the proper resources. Let them talk to people who are going through what they are. Give them support systems. Don’t make your child afraid of talking to you and being open, that could lead to suicide.

Eventually, Ray managed to finally triumph and I had a huge revelation that I couldn’t deny who I am. No matter how much I did, it always felt weird when people said “she.” When I took a deep breath and came out to my parents, they reacted oddly. I tried to be understanding, but it was hard, as I felt like I couldn’t fully be who I am around them, or anyone. Until I met my partner. When I met Sam, I was always sad. I felt like I couldn’t be happy. I probably had minor depression. But then I needed a support system very badly, so I made an account on TrevorSpace. I met my partner who was also having difficulty coming out to their parents, and we began dating. TrevorSpace is great, anyone. Make an account.

Message me through my email if you need to talk.

I’m here for you.

-Ray