While I'm sure what I say is not an epiphany for anyone, it may give you an idea of who I am and how I arrived at long last with all of you here.
I knew I was different at age 4. I knew I was much happier playing with girls than I was with the boys. I broke my mother's heart when I asked for an easy bake oven for Christmas when I was 6. Because my mother wasn't sure what to do she chose physical aggression and verbal assault as her means of communicating with me.
This should have put a stop to my errant behavior but it didn't. It did make me wonder what was wrong with me. So I prayed.. I asked god to make me a girl or make me accept who I was. No answers ever came. I did everything I knew to avoid feeling like I was broken but nothing worked long term. Oh, I might be ok for a bit but in the end the feeling that I wasn't right would overwhelm me.
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Donna VHi Marrisa, I hope you are well , I guess from this site its a road less seen , but seems many travel on. So much of life and expression seems covered by fear in our lives , and the dreaded "commitment to expectation" , real and imaginary. Pretty much... moreHi Marrisa, I hope you are well , I guess from this site its a road less seen , but seems many travel on. So much of life and expression seems covered by fear in our lives , and the dreaded "commitment to expectation" , real and imaginary. Pretty much we travel on the underground , briefly surfacing wondering where the hell we are and are going [ more like a mole really :- ]. I am just looking forward to travelling in the day light and in the open from now on . The problem with this road is it takes so long because you have to build it yourself,- but the hope is that we can get to join one of those less troubled routes knowing thats were we want to go , and move on our way in the daylight . D
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