Transgender Autobiography

I remember my mom waking me up early and telling me to get dressed quickly. I had no clue where we were going. My mom kept repeating that we were to go on a road trip. She still wouldn’t tell me where. We got off the highway and the first thing I noticed was that my phone didn’t have any service. There was one road that we took for a good thirty minutes, then my mom stopped the car. I read the sign that said “Eagle Hill School”. I was very confused. We went on a tour of the campus and I still didn’t understand why we were there. All at once, it clicked in my head; I was going to attend here in September. At first, I was upset that my parents would make me go to school just for the learning disabilities that I have. I had the idea that people would make fun of me back at home for going to a disabilities

My gender identity has had a large impact on the behaviors and attitudes that I exhibit today. They are continuously changing with each new piece of information and perspective that I take in. From the media to college courses, they are many different angles from which I add or subtract from my gender identity. The strongest influences have come from my childhood with my family. I had a mix of masculine and feminine identities from the start, and they continued to evolve as I have aged. Both of parents affected my gender identity in different ways and helped create the identity I have today.

For the next two years I struggled with the concept that I might actually be gay. By junior I was certain that I was in fact all the things that I was called in middle school, but because of the negative memories I decided it was a secret that I was better of keeping to myself. That was until the spring semester of my senior year in high school when I decided that I was going to live my life the way I wanted to. I would no longer allow people to scare me into being anything other then what I wanted to be I would live my life openly and honestly. On the evening of February 16, 2014 I came out as Gay on literally every social media platform I owned. The following morning, to my surprise, my classmates for the most part greeted me with open arms. As I walked from class to class I received a staggering amount of compliments and support. I was quite frankly overwhelmed when I did get a negative comment and a dozen people rushed to my

It was August 2012, the summer before my freshman year of high school, and my life seemed as sound as ever. I was excited to begin the next step in my life and looked forward to starting school. As the weeks passed and I was returning to my normal academic routine, my parents began acting strangely uneasy. I knew there was something wrong. I questioned my parents’ behavior and at first received few valuable answers in return.

Over the summer of 2017 I did so many things that I can barely remember all of them, the sun shone brightly over us as we did something different everyday, a smile never leaving our faces, not a single cloud to abrupt to the vast blueness that stood above. Nights were short but felt like they could last a lifetime as we creeped back into the dark folds of our houses, careful not to wake the sleeping parents who would cause chaos if they found out how late we were getting back in. All the memories I created with my friends will last me forever, not only do I have

For two years I begrudgingly walked into Fuller Middle School, sometimes staying home because I had a ‘headache,’ my home, as well as other places I was always resentful, pissed off, quick tempered, and just downright rude. I was a typical middle schooler going through family changes. I wore band tees and ripped skinny jeans to every event my mother would let me--including to school, I constantly violated dress coded until I found my way around authority and the policy, listened to heavy metal, colored my eyeliner on until I looked like a panda, and generally tried to make myself appear unapproachable. That’s when my mom began dating the man who I would eventually call my first lifeline.

Then there were 12 more days until school. So that meant time for School shopping. I had a great summer. It was very fun I got to hang out with friends at the touch of the Dutch festival in Demonte. I got to rearrange my room like puts things in different places around my room. The other thing I did was sleep in and I went to Wisconsin with my mom’s family it was really fun in Wisconsin. I got a new dog and her name is Jipzy she is a Bullmastiff. So that was my summer I think It was pretty

I’m a non-binary transgender black person. Personally, I don’t know anyone else who is transgender and identifies outside of the Western gender binary. I have a very lsrge interest in psychology and how the mind works. I find it absolutely fascinating. If I receive the opportunity to attend any of the Telluride Association’s seminars, one of my goals is to be able to experience what it will be like to engage in intensive college curriculum. As a Cambridge magnet student, I am currently taking three classes at a college level in order to work towards my Advanced International Certificate of Education, or AICE diploma. I am enrolled in AICE Sociology, AICE International History – European Option, and AICE General Paper/every day I am exposed

I was really upset with my doctor when he gave those bad news. I was too embarrassed to go to school because I was looked like a boy. When I went to school, I always wore a hat on my head, but then I realized that the school policy do not accept students to wear hats unless it’s for a religious purpose. When the principal called on me to take the hat off all the kids was shocked and surprised, they started laughing at me. I rushed to the restroom and never come out again until I called my mother to come pick me up. Unfortunately, my mother was at work she could not pick me up so I decided to walk back in class with my shaved head. While in class, I was not able to pay attention to the teacher. I was focused on myself and the kids that bothered me. I sat in the back row of the classroom so that no one can see me, but they kids find a way to come bother me at the back by throwing paper at me so I can get their attention. Before I was sick, I use to bother the kids make them cry, I use to take the kid Chap Stick and replace it with glue. Sometimes I would untied my frenemy shoelace and tied it to the chair so when they get up so she can fall. Since I was sick, it was a right time for them to get revenge on me and make me feel bad about myself laughing at my bald head looking like a boy. When it was lunch time, I was so scared to go outside to go get my food

As soon as my aunt picked me up she asked what we did and talked, I told her I was transgender and was so excited about it. She didn't understand why I was so excited but to me that was the greatest thing I had ever heard. I wasn't just that girl-boy or a tom-boy anymore. I was just a boy stuck inside a girl's body.

I made up lie after lie of reasons why I was sad; I was pretty convincing. I had it ready in my hand as I walked through the hallway. I entered the choir room and all of a sudden got very happy; I was about to be popular again! My ignorance and arrogance led to me making the worst decision of my life; I handed her the letter. Her face went to shock right away and it was at that moment, my body began to shake as I realized that I had made a great mistake. She ran right out of our class and to the office, letter in hand. My name was called over the PA system to come down and I nearly fainted. When my teacher found out why I was going down, she started crying, which led to my whole class crying. My plan had worked, I had the whole school crying because they thought I was going to die. I felt like I was going to die. The assistant principal immediately began to grill me with questions; my eyes began to pour. My mom was called in and I was able to make the excuse that someone else wrote it and it got switched around. In doing this, I was able to avoid getting in trouble with the school, but my family was disappointed in me. More importantly, I was disappointed in

It was the beginning of my freshman year of high school and everything was smooth until I began my advanced placement class which began out kind of easy ,but then as the work piled on and got harder I just didn't wanna do it anymore. All my other classes I was doing fine getting a's and b`s, which for me I thought was perfectly fine. I made the cheerleading team , I had a cute boyfriend and I had lots of friends. I was happy- well at least I thought I was happy. Around December I began losing a lot of weight from doing cheer and my grades started falling dramatically. My mom decided to take me out of cheer because I lost about 20 pounds so quickly and I didn't have passing grades. I remember getting so mad at her, but looking back it

The next school day, I was brought into the principal’s office along with my parents and after in depth discussion I was told I could not attend that school anymore, that I was expelled. This was not only a shock to me, but my parents as well. I looked over and saw my mom crying and it made me start to tear up as well. I realized that I had let my family down, my friends down, and those who believed in me down. I wanted a change, and I knew I needed to get my anger under control and regain my

Subsequently, my mother saw my pain and decided to relocate back to Atlanta. I became acquainted with some children from the wrong side of the tracks and my life began to spiral out of control. I would stay out late on school nights and often missed school because I thought hanging out with my new found family was more important. Soon my grades began to plummet. I saw no way to bring up my grades and decided to drop out of high school in the twelfth grade.

Being myself around others is easy, but becoming myself is what has truly defined me. I had to discover my authentic self, despite the overwhelming input and expectations of everyone and everything around me. Genetically, I was born into the world female, but inherently, I knew I was transgender before even learning that “gender” was a word. I used to believe that someone had “made a mistake”, because I was arbitrarily born in a girl’s body. But now I know, that was exactly where I was supposed to be. It would have been easier if I was just born genetically male, but I know my time spent living as a female and my time spent living as a transgender male has enabled me to accept, appreciate, and have the ability to communicate with people from all walks of life. The limitations, unwanted attention, and stereotypes that accompany being transgender could have easily broken me, but instead I have geared my experiences towards forming myself into the confident, fearless person I am today.