I’m rare. Not in the sense that I myself have created something special or done something spectacular… but because I’m amongst a very small percentage of trans people who are surrounded by overwhelming support; especially coming from a conservative Christian family. It wasn’t always that way though. I actually lived part-time with another family in high school because I couldn’t handle living with my mom after my dad died when I was 15. After 7 years of distance and relatively no personal relationship with my mom I came out to her (after proposing to my wife mind you).
She met me in that moment with love and acceptance. Not because she religiously supported my decision but because I had finally opened up to her after so many years of running. I finally came home, I was finally back in her arms.
Since that time I have come out as transgender and am changing my pronouns is 2 short weeks with family, co-workers, and a school of 450 little children. I’m terrified to say the least. I would be lying if I said it’s all been a piece of cake. I felt guilty struggling with depression, anxiety, and dysphoria when I am backed by such solid support in my life. And I came to respect those who choose to stay here on this earth who don’t have that support because you’re a whole hell of a lot stronger than I will ever be. So if you’re in a place that you need support; I am here. I would love to be your voice of encouragement and stability, but also your shoulder to lean on and ear to listen. It is a daily reminder for me that I have a purpose here and need to stay. I can do this. You can do this. We can do this.
Story Submitted by Sydney
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