For the first half of my life I never told anyone I felt like a girl inside – and ultimately I nearly killed myself over it. But after realizing this was how I was made I had surgery and I was happy for the first time in my life until things went bad at a church. After that there was a time in my life that I had pretty much given up on ever going back to church. Let me be clear, I NEVER gave up on God, but after being beat up by Christians and “the Church”, I had just about resigned myself to the fact that I would have to live out my life without the company or fellowship of other believers in Christ. I grew up in an evangelical church and that’s where I want to be – but as you can imagine being transgender is a problem for many who go there.
For pretty much as far back as I can remember caring about whether I was a boy or a girl, I wanted to be a girl – I KNEW I was a girl. Things were a little different back then (we’re talking the 60’s folks – that’s last century for you millennials), the term transgender didn’t exist, I probably wasn’t aware of the term transsexual until at least high school and possibly college. All I knew is that I was different, and it was something I could NEVER tell anyone.