Author: awoolbert

I was born with “male” parts, 22 years ago to a mother who was a drug addict and a father that I was taken from. I don’t remember very much from my life as a little kid but I do remember always walking like I was wearing heels. My family didnt think much of that at the time but they had no idea what would happen in the future.

Right around the time I was 5 or 6 I would often go to bed and wish I would wake up as a girl the next morning. Of course that never happened but it was the first time I really felt like I was a girl. As time went on the feelings got stronger.

It wasn’t until I started going through puberty that I felt uncomfortable though I didn’t tell anyone. I promised myself I would never tell anyone my secret, so I lived my life at the time as a boy.
Eventually I started growing facial hair. I hated it so much. I wanted it gone and it was a huge relief when I learned to shave though it was only a temporary fix.

In high school I started wearing my grandmothers dresses and high heels when no one was home. They weren’t the prettiest dresses, but it felt right. One hot day in the summer of 2012, me, my brother, my dad, and my step mom went out to eat at a local restaurant. I had really hairy legs at the time and my dad and brother were laughing and joking about how long it was. That day was the start of my transition. When I got home, I immediately went to the bathroom and shaved my legs. I had enough. I hated being a boy and I wanted to change it. I slowly started doing more “girly” things. I bought pink shoelaces and girls underwear. I started painting my nails and his them from my family (That didn’t fit right) Eventually I came out to my family and shockingly, (My family are all Christians) they accepted me and within a few weeks I was finally living as a girl, as myself. I met some really great friends that accepted me too. I’m so grateful for that. Not everyone is a s lucky as I am. Its because of that, that I want to change this world. Everyone deserves to be loved for who they are.

If anyone is feeling alone and like no one cares, just know I love you and I care about you, no matter who you are.

hello im charity and i joined because i wanted to show my support for the many young people who are transgender and deal with depression and suicide. i have a video i done id like to share because recently one of our own in the transgender community who was 17 took her own life and it inspired me to make the video to give those some hopes thats its not the end…there is options and people that are out there to talk to. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSMHlFeCCew please watch all of it. share this video to all.

What has occurred with Leelah is certainly a tragedy and very relatable for me. This is just some of my story…

I was born Christopher Cody on March 31, 1998, in a small town in the state of Arkansas. I am male to female transgender. From the age of 5 until I was 12, I was forced to attend a Trinity Holiness Pentecostal Christian Church. There I was repeatedly taught that gays, transsexuals, interracial couples, were all wrong and definitely of the Devil.

When I was younger and played with my female cousins, I always made them be the guy when playing “Barbie’s” and “house.” I would wear my moms clothes, shoes, etc. I used to also wear a towel on my hair to act like I had long hair. I had all the signs and symptoms, and I always knew I was different.

At one point I got my cousins grandma to buy me some Barbie’s, and my dad found them. He threw them away and I had never seen him so angry. The only time I ever got to play with them was when I went to my female cousins. We played with makeup, dolls, and everything we wanted.

The years went on my brother passed, we moved to even a smaller town in Arkansas, and I was starting to be more confused. This is when we quit going to church, which I am oh so thankful for! Fast forward to 9th grade and I come out as bisexual, then gay to everyone besides my family.

I started missing school and I landed myself in the court system for missing 50+ days. I eventually got out my 10th grade year in September, was placed back in December for missing 30+ additional days. This time I was court ordered to cut my hair (that hadn’t been cut since 9th grade) for punishment for missing school.

I refused and ended up in juvenile detention for 9 days. On the 9th day I went to see my counselor and came out as male to female transgender. I was diagnosed with major depressive disorder and gender identity disorder. I was sent to a behavioural hospital, and got released on the 7th day, just 5 days before my 16th birthday.

I have cut off all relations with every family member I have due to unacceptance, besides my mom (my mom and dad divorced November 2012). She doesnt like it, but she deals with it, although she won’t let me transition. When she gets angry with me she calls me “boy” on purpose because she knows it upsets me.

There’s only one person I can say truly accepts and loves me unconditionally, and that’s my friend Sabrina I met about 2 years ago on a site called ‘Omegle’. The only sad part is that she’s 631 miles away. I think this is what makes us closer though.

These are just some of the main points in my story, I didnt cover as much as I would of liked to, but its already unorganized enough.

XOXO,
Elise Marie

If any of you ever feel alone, you can email me at [email protected], your secrets are safe with me.

Rest in Power, Leelah. <3

Hi, I’m Ellie 18 MtF. I made this piece in support of Leelah. I see stories of others and it breaks my heart to see the discrimination in this world. I am one of the lucky ones as i have received very little negative responses. I take it as a good thing, but i feel like it’s so unfair for everyone else. Why must everyone else suffer. I am support Leelah’s law, i’m trying to get the word out as much as i can. I want to do more. I want every trans person to have the positivity i receive.