At the turn of my puberty, I decided my existence wasn't necessary. It was even a burden at times. At that same time, I realized I was transgender. Puberty is an uncomfortable experience at the best of times, but for me, it was horrifying. I felt my body was growing into something alien and wrong. Thanks to the internet, I found the terms needed to explain how I felt. I expressed myself to my family, and I was quickly shunned and mocked for it. My family had been my rock, and their response had nearly destroyed me. However, I don't wholly blame my family for their reaction. My home has been wrecked by untreated mental health issues, and I am a prime example of that.
There were many times I argued with school counselors and administrators who were just trying to help. Eventually, I got kicked out of school for skipping too much. During that time, I was committed to a behavioral hospital twice. There, I saw others like me. Other LGBT people who struggled with their family's lack of acceptance. Our connection, however brief, was impactful. Once I left the hospital, I was back in the real world. Where the people around me lived moderately average lives that I had a hard time relating to. My friends weren't binding their chests past the point of pain just to feel closer to what they really were.
It's incredibly ostracizing to not be able to do the things my peers do because of my depression and anxiety. Not only that, but secretly existing as a transgender person is tiring and doubly isolating. I shied away from sleepovers and hangouts which made my loneliness worse. I talked myself into thinking I needed to hide myself as much as possible. Slowly, I faded away from a person to a ghost. Floating around, hoping no one would notice me. I hid in my art. I refused to show myself to the world, so I found solace in my artwork. Yet, through my hobby, I was able to connect with others like me. Other people felt spoken to through my work and reached out to me. First, it was online, then in real life.
Here, with these people, I could freely be myself. With their help, I managed to ground myself back to reality. I knew now that I wasn't someone shameful, but instead someone who has just went through a lot. With time, my family has come around to my identity, and my relationship with them is stronger than it has ever been. Most importantly, I am the most confident I have ever felt in my entire life. I have started Hormone Replacement Therapy, and I dress however I please. I've come to realize if you respect yourself, others will respect you as well. Although I have struggled, I feel so much stronger for it. Currently, I am in college, and I'm excelling when in my past schooling I had not. I feel like I have been given a second try at my life. A second try to succeed, to form relationships, to feel happy. I will not squander this opportunity.