I secretly wish I was a man.
Oh wow, it feels weird to admit this.
The cat is out of the bag, but I secretly wish I was a man.
It’s hard to describe the feeling, but every waking moment I remember I am biologically a female, it feels like torture, and I hate the fact that what should’ve been mine was striped away from me.
I remember when I was 12, I discovered what being trans was. Some of my teachers didn’t respect that. Nobody at school respected it. My friends at the time didn’t respect it, and one of my family members found out, and outed me to the rest of the family despite me not asking them too. I cried.
Ever since then I’ve been a girl. Just a girl. Always a girl.
I grew up enjoying girly things, but I always wore boy-ish clothes. My parents respected that. They said they liked my unique style, and bravery to express myself in a world that isn’t so accepting.
Now that I’m older, I still dress in boy-ish ways, and prefer my hair short. But I like boy things now. I even kinda self trained to make my voice a bit more raspy and lower than normal.
Ever since I was outed, I swore to myself I wouldn’t tell my friends or family of my secret.
I still go by she/her pronouns, and I still go by my real name, but a part of me hates myself for being too scared.
One day I told my friend the truth, that I wish I was a man instead of a girl, and she asked me “do you want to be a boy?” And I said yes. She asked me if I was interested in HRT. I told her yes. I’m old enough to start HRT, but no doctor will accept me as their patient, since where I live, they are all booked up. I feel like the more I can’t find a doctor, the more I can’t live my life how I truly want to be.
I told my friend my plan was to graduate college and move away from my state and then start HRT, because I’m scared that my family will find out that I want to do it, and I’m sure they’ll catch on quick with all of the changes.
I do not want to burden them with this, so that’s why I wanted to move away, and avoid speaking over the phone, and this and that.
My parents are supportive of the LGBTQ+, of course, but at the time they thought I was just being experimenting of my identity, which, is fair, considering I was 12.
When I go out in public I get jealous seeing other boys that are skinny and look cool, and here I am.
There’s been nights where I’ve stayed up at night and cried all night over the fact that I have a chest and not a flat one.
And I’m prepared for the homophobic/transphobic comments, honestly.
I’m also prepared for the “this is a stupid vent!!” Comments.
I complain to my friend all the time that I feel like my life as a man was robbed from me the moment I was born.
I just can’t describe the feeling anymore honestly.
However, I also have to risk the fact that I could possibly be jumped or killed, or harassed, or many other things.
Maybe this thing just wasn’t mean to be, but please just know that this isn’t who I am.
EDIT #1: Not sure if this edit is important, but I will provide it. In my vent, I talked about maybe wanting to start HRT, but there are things that limit me from even getting consulted. I’m going to be honest, even if I got consulted for HRT, I may not even be able to afford HRT. Its not that I’m poor, I just don’t know how much it is, but I’m sure it’s expensive. And also, I also most likely cannot afford plastic surgery. Like I said, I’ve been training my voice slightly to sound like a man but it’s clear I still sound like a girl. And again, I also stated in my vent that I’m somewhat afraid to start it because I don’t know how my family will react to me altering my hormones.
EDIT #2: I will lock this post if I have to as a last resort, I do not want people fighting in my comments. Some people will say things that go against my beliefs and others, but please try to stay respectful and mature when talking to these people.
EDIT #3: I have decided to lock the post. Nothing very harmful was said, but many comments of people trying to psyche me out is making me stressed out. I am already confused about my identity, and now people are trying to make me scared to try and make a leap.