

I was Narnia deep in denial, but the signs were there.
- I knew I liked guys since I was like five, and even experimented with sex with boys at that age, but it didn’t feel quite right. I do not like gay porn so I can’t be gay, right? Better get a couple kids and a couple wives.
- My cousin wanted to put makeup on me and god I wanted that. Didn’t dare to say yes.
- Jokes about wanting to wear dresses because they aren’t as restricting as pants and nicer when it’s warm. A lot of similar jokes, you know the ones. “Trying to lose a bit of weight, it’s soon bikini season.”
- I think I remember every trans reference I’ve ever heard.
- When being depressed I constructed elaborate fantasies about myself as a woman.
- Bad mental health
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I was on suicide watch and during a breakdown blurting out “I’m living a lie” and blam, the mental wall came down. Not an allowed train of thought. Fifteen years later, I finally got it.
- Always hating how I looked in the mirror. I recently realized I look kinda hot as a guy. Skinny, androgynous and a nice smile. I’d totally let me do me. Is that weird?
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Cutting off the penis of a male doll. My mum did not react well to that incident. Probably thought I had serial murderer tendencies or something.
There were other signs too of course.
It’s childish, but I totally get the need to claw some feeling of control back even if it makes people a little uncomfortable. There’s been a super focus on you and your feelings lately and you need to get some normality back but almost noone will provide or even get that. It’s also funny as hell and you need funny in that situation.