I've "known" for a long time. The first time I had the thought that "I wish I was a girl," I was 8 years old. Growing up, I've always assumed that everyone wanted to be the other gender. Turns out, not true! I got good at compartmentalizing those feelings and squishing them deep down inside. I joke that I pushed them deep down inside and hoped to one day die of old age. It's a terrible joke, but that's how I felt.
Over this summer, I took a sabbatical. The trip was amazing, but driving 8000 miles gives a person time to think. Those feelings began to bubble back up. In September, I admitted to myself that I'm a girl. That I have been pretending to be a boy for my entire life.
Honestly, I'm scared. It's not a friendly world for trans people, but this is who I am. I'm tired of pretending. I want to be the real me. So I'm starting on this journey. I have a wonderful support group. And while not everyone that I have told has been amazing, the general reception has been overly accepting and supportive.
I guess it's time to re-introduce myself: Hi, I'm Maddie, a woman with she/her pronouns. 👋🏻
What can you do to support me?
Use my name and pronouns. If you mess up, it's OK to correct yourself and move on.
Gender dysphoria is hard to explain. If you don't understand it, please try and believe me. You may not see a woman yet when you look at me, but I am. This isn't some elaborate trick.
I'm an open book. If you have questions, feel free to ask. All I need from you is empathy and an open mind.