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In my second year of high school I was really wishing that I was born a girl. I hated every moment of my life since I felt wrong, felt like I was wrong for being who I was. No one ever spoke to me about feelings of gender dysphoria, trans people, about being gay even, or what being queer meant. Like yeah I had basic sex ed but that was all about scaring people away from sex rather than explaining anything meaningful.
I was slowly working up the courage to even search the internet for answers about what was wrong with me. When I finally did, I was sucked into what I was reading. Finally I found the words I had been missing, found how to describe myself. Went through a phase for about a year during the early days of the Covid lockdown where I kept saying “this can’t be me, I don’t have any experiences where I acted like a girl growing up”. Then the memories came flooding back and it all clicked.
Took me a few more weeks to work up the courage to come out to my mom. After telling her I locked myself in my room and cried for a bit. Not because I was rejected, but because I finally didn’t feel like I was wrong.
Took me a few years fighting with the healthcare system to finally be able to start. I’d like to thank the university I go to for helping me actually get the care I needed. It took less than a week from me talking to them for the first time till I got my first pill. Haven’t felt that happy before that day, I was so excited and was crying while that pill dissolved under my tongue.