Life is better alive. I owe so much to my ex-wife/best friend in life. I wouldn’t be who I am today without her.
I’ve had symptoms of what I now know to be “Gender Dysphoria” since I was 5 years old. I learned early to hide these symptoms from my family because I thought they meant I was a bad person. This led to healthy and not-so-healthy coping mechanisms. I thought that if I could just be more religious, more successful, more manly… that I would cure my condition.
I bought a house, helped raise a stepdaughter, played drums in the church band, and adopted a dog. All the things I believed a good man should do.
And I really wanted to do those things, but I also secretly hoped it would fix me. It didn’t work.
One day, a couple years after I told my wife about my untreated dysphoria, she sat me down and said “I can see this is hurting you. You need to do what’s best for your health. I may not be there for you the same way, but I won’t turn my back on you. I love you”.
My wife didn’t give me permission, but she set me free. I would have suffered the rest of my life before I’d choose to take care of myself before her. She knew it and that’s why her words were so powerful.
I wouldn’t wish gender dysphoria on anyone. Thankfully there are ways to treat it and live a full life.
#transgender #transwoman
Si fuera tu hermana me querrías meter la verga? Me dejarías acostarle con tus amigos? Te masturbarías discretamente mientras vemos películas actuando como si no me diera cuenta?