My Transgender Life

Part 2

For all of my middle school years, I was scared to come out to my family as anything. I was afraid of their reactions and what they would do when they found out. I started repressing a part of myself that was begging to be expressed. Multiple people at school noticed and lots tried to categorize me in the new categories and spectrums. They assumed things about me or questioned things that I was not really ready to talk with people I knew about let alone these random strangers.

Eventually, I got really close to a few people, some knew others did not. I slowly started coming out to the ones I was close to, everytime was just as scary and never racking. (I still do not know how I did it, how I continue to do it.) I was so afraid I would come out to the wrong people and started to distance myself from them.

My best friend stuck with me through all of it. She became one of my vital supports.

During the eighth grade dance, I got the whole group together and told them. It was mixed reactions. Most people in the group were fine with it and didn't say anything against it but one guy started making negative comments. He would say things that were plain rude or jokes that just went too far.

Highschool started and we all started to drift apart and find new groups. I still tried to talk to them and be friendly but that same boy could not seem to learn when to keep his mouth shut.

Then I joined the dive team at my school and that was a misgendered, dead named, dysphoria mess. Though by the time Christmas rolled around I talked to the coaches and my team. The whole team was cool will the name change, they tried with the pronouns, and even let me participate in the guy's Christmas gift exchange.