Sundays were my days off. This has been going on for 7 years. My boring and tiring job, my angry boss and my suicide meetings that lasted for hours.When I came home, there was my father and his endless demands. Yes, life was not treating me fairly. Sometimes I worked late without getting paid for my overtime.Yes, you may think I'm a complete idiot.Maybe I was. I had been working at the same place for 7 years, under the same conditions.If you ask why, it was because I knew this man would never leave me alone. He was like a microbe in my life, he almost saw himself as a god.She would stick her nose into everyone's business and think she was right about everything.In short, I was not happy neither at home nor at work. I could only see my friends once every few months.
Yes, you may be wondering who I am. I am someone who has not loved his own body since I was born. I am now 30 years old and moved to another city. My name is Hasan, that is my nickname.
I was born in a woman's body and raised as a boy. I grew up but it didn't go away. Everything that was tolerated as a child began to be despised as I grew up.I don't want to start from the beginning, but I will explain it a little longer.
I was born as the second child in the family. My father always wanted to have a son, so he started to raise me as a boy. He lived like that until now, he always had his own wishes in mind.I have an older sister. My younger brother was born when I was 9. And everything started to change from that moment on.
