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Birth:
The significance of my birth is quite obvious because it's what caused me to be here in the first place. It's what gave me life. Without this moment, I wouldn't be alive right now. -
First time in public:
The reason why this moment is important is because it started my path of being social with other people, namely with people outside of my immediate family. It's what shaped what I think today. It's how I learned what people are. -
My first friend:
This moment was important because it allowed me to actually examine people I didn't know, and forming strong bonds with them. It was the furthering of my social and emotional status that was still developing at that point. It was a high point in my life. It was a time when love was all around, and that I felt in control of who I was. -
My first crush:
This was an important time in my life because it was my first experience of a non platonic, non familial love for another person I had ever experienced. It was with a boy, which was kinda off-putting, but I tried to not over analyze it too much. It didn't go anywhere, and after I told him about my feelings towards him. He was confused, and didn't really get it, but he was nice about it being one sided, so the rejection didn't hurt that much. -
My first instances of puberty and gender dysphoria:
I had an unceasing feeling of distance to the identity of being a boy. I never acted like a boy, nor did I really feel I qualified to be one, but when puberty began I started to panic and with every change my body brought or every time someone called me a boy, the pain would get worse. It was at the age of 11 that I actually learned what transgender meant. I still had no clue that I was trans. I started REALLY disliking my body's development. -
My first time questioning my gender:
It had been around the age of 14 that I had started putting two and two together. I started gathering up what little information there was online about what qualified as being trans, and immediately I had regretted it. It turns out I WAS transgender after all, and that the pressures of being myself were, real. I had two choices. The two choices were either hide it forever, until I died, or live authentically as the person I was meant to be. I'm glad I picked the latter. -
My first coming out:
I was walking home from school with a friend who lived nearby. We somehow stumbled onto the topic of transgender people, I had confessed that I was actually a trans girl. She wasn't surprised. This part of my life gave me the motivation to come out of hiding and become a normal person. It gave me the confidence to slowly come out to cool people, who would break the news to other people kindly, who would then SPREAD IT LIKE WILDFIRE! I was now a girl in the eyes of my school mates. -
My first time meeting people like me on the internet:
I started moving further into the vast web of knowledge, and the many communities of people like me that were online. I started going to groups centered about being transgender, and then made new acquaintances which turned into friends. I stopped feeling like a weirdo, and like I didn't belong anywhere. I started learning how to transition further, how to transition with hormone replacement therapy. I also started presenting as my gender in secret, because I wasn't out to my mom. -
My first boyfriend
About a year into living full time, A guy who went to my school said hi, and I said hello back. It was a very nice exchange of words basically of him introducing himself, and of me explaining myself to him. We started hanging out. I was over at his house when he told me that he liked me in a "more than friends" way. I felt the same. He was straight, he didn't really care what my legal sex was, and that he loved me and my gender. This let me know that I could find love. -
My first rebellion against great injustice:
I had been physically assaulted, sexually harassed, stalked, and I've even had a couple kids try to kill meat school. I had documented the bullying, went up into the administrators office, and reported the incidents one by one. They didn't do anything about it. I stopped writing the reports after the 11th. It was only after I had been dress coded for wearing appropriate feminine clothes , because I made a guy "uncomfortable" that I walked right out the front doors, Midday, never to return.
