A boy in my history class gave me the timeline of his transition once.
When he was eight, he was professionally diagnosed with gender dysphoria for the first time.
When I was eight, I was excusing myself from recess because I couldn't watch everyone and debate and denounce my thoughts about my gender anymore. I was crying about it alone and confused in the bathroom.
When he was eleven he started testosterone for the first time.
When I was eleven I was regularly having panic/anxiety attacks because I started getting regular periods. I had to hide it from my mom every month or she'd drunkenly scream out to the entire house that I was "ragging".
Three weeks ago, he got top surgery.
Three days ago, I finally got a proper dress shirt and blazer.
I'm jealous of him.
I'm sad for my past self.
I'm happy with my current self.
I'm bitter over the wasted years.
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Be true, stay you ❤❤
~Day Dreamer~
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Living the Non-Binary Life
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