The Man In The Dress

Chapter 1

Henry Moritz:
A lie. Date: September 1, 1954. The day I was born. Josh Cevn, I was a 9 pounds 2 ounces baby with the most beautiful face and the best smile, my mom told me I was perfect in the best ways. I had a pretty good childhood, but I felt slanted, different. I felt I was a girl not a boy, by middle school it got worse were I only hung out with girls and talked like them.
One day I told my mother. It was August 9th, 1963, I was thirteen years old and I had just come out to my mom as transgender. She responded in the best way. She said, "Josh, you are the most beautiful son or daughter I could ever have. I will be alright." Her words changed my life. Due to the fact that we were an in between middle and lower class family I could not afford synergy. Then, I moved to a different school and dressed myself up as a girl and had more friends that were girls. People soon figured out that I was transgender and my life became a living hell. I was bullied for being different all the time no one could understand my pain. I was devastated.
By the time I had turned 18, it was October 1973. I had no way of understanding what other people thought of me. One day, at my apartment 4 men dressed in suits knocked on my door. As I open the door, one of the men pushed me to the ground and they claimed I was being arrested. They were sending me to an asylum for being different. I had nothing, but a small jail cell with one bed, a toilet, and walls so short that I had to crawl. Everything was awful.
By 1987, I was discharged from the asylum after my mom had paid for me to leave, but for the amount of time I was in there for my mom created a some wrong assumptions about me. She told me I was bad (any better words?) and that I should have stayed in there longer, but she let me out to run.
For the next 10 years I hated my life. In 1999, I was in a hotel. I was on the top of the building. I was so close. Just a few more steps, and my life would be over. Eyes closed, I took the steps, and fell. About, 2 minutes, I plummeted to the ground below. I was gone. John Cevn lived from 1954 to 1999, death by suicide.