If being transgender was something you could “fix,” something you could pray away, something you could tell yourself that you have to “suck it up” and live with, then I would have done so long ago, and this book wouldn’t exist. In fact, you might otherwise be spending your time with good friends right now, whether they are your next-door neighbors, or Ben and Jerry. But this book does exist. Being transgender can’t be fixed, prayed away, or ignored. I know—because I tried. I tried every way possible. There are people who think something must have happened early in life, some kind of mistreatment to twist an innocent little mind to think they are not what their body says they are. To them, since God doesn’t make mistakes, I therefore couldn’t possibly have been born this way.
Well, He doesn’t, and I was.
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.