A friend asked me when I knew I was different.... here is my response:
When I was between 5 and 6 my sister and aunt would dress me up and call me Brycianna. It felt right and I always loved doing it. In kindergarten all my friends were girls and I rathered play with them than any of the boys. I loved playing house and with dolls than with boy's toys and sports... so I guess those were the earliest signs.
Up to middleschool, all my close friends were girls and I found I related to them better. Middleschool was just hell... everyone is lost and confused there. But at thirteen is when I started to wish I was a girl instead of a boy. By fifteen, when no one was home I would sneak into my sister's room and put on some of her clothes. They felt more comfortable. By Highschool my circle of friends were girls again and I felt more comfortable with them. Junior year it I started to feel depressingly out of place in my male body. Contemplated suicide several times. Still every night wishing I was a girl. Senior year, I forced myself to try to be more male.. that lasted until my Sophomore year of college. The summer after my sophomore year is when I did the fifth letter and started to come out to my self. I started wearing girls jeans and shaving my legs, chest, and pits. The desire to be a woman was becoming more and more. When I was alone in Virginia after my first wife and I split, I would dress when I was home and sometimes go driving as a woman. But when I moved back home I tried to push those thoughts away.
When I met my wife I hoped being with a woman I dearly love that I would no longer want to be a woman. I threw away all the clothes I had accumulated over the years. But the desire to be a woman became more and more. Feeling ashamed of those desires, I just kept them to my self . But instead it was eating me up inside. Then a friend got me to write, which opened the flood gates to me accepting myself.
So I did know at an early age, but due to societal pressures and the way my family was, I hid it.
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