My Transman Journal (FTM)

The Beginning

Deep down inside I had always known that I was transgender but I procrastinated addressing the emotion I felt towards myself. When I was younger I told my mom I wanted to be a boy, younger me put the puzzles pieces together, damn. I even busted my lip trying to shave, which I still have a white scar from on my bottom lip.
    I never addressed my emotions until junior year which was really when I started not to care what people thought of me. I figured it out the summer before my junior year of high school but I never really tried to go by my actual name until second semester. One teacher lit my fire. Thats all it took was one teacher. One teacher made me realize that no one gives a flying fuck so why am I wasting so much time on worrying about their opinions? One teacher, let's call him Andrew, was devoted to calling me the right pronouns and by my name, my actual fucking name.
    One time I stayed after school to take a test I missed from Andrews class and another English teacher walked in. Andrew asked me if he should trust me not to cheat while he was out to do his parking duties (yes I cheated a little bit on it but I was desperate and the work was piling up.) and the other English teacher misgendered me, he didnt know though. I was out to everyone at the time, only Andrew. Andrew handed me my test and apologized for the other teacher, he felt so bad. That meant a lot to me. Ive never forgotten about it and now that I think of it, I should go thank him tomorrow when I get to school.

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