I am not sure if I should laugh or cry about this. But like the title says o have come to realize that I am basically the embodiment of irony. First off my dad wanted a girl more than any thing and basically disowned me because I was borne with a penis. How ever if he had ever found out I was trans he would have out rite hated me. Now to really top it off my name is even ironic. My name is Christian which is supposed to mean Christ like and well honestly I am rather anti religion.
I guess realizing that just helps me figure out who I am really. It is just another building block of my identity and I don't know I guess somthing like that might bother some people. For me I look at it almost like a turning point, with such a profound realization of a key aspect of my character in this play we call life I can turn my story from a tragedy to a comedy, dark though it may be.
I've sometimes thought of myself in similar terms. But I second what NervousAsHeck said. Hang in there, sister.
Irony and being trans seems to go well together. Just the other day my mother told the story of how they laughed when they learned that I was a boy and said "of course!" because I have two brothers. That laughter turns out to be so sad and ironic considering how much I suffered because I was born into a male body... My name is likewise ironic as it means "my light" and most of my life I have felt lost and in the dark... I'm glad that you see your revelation as something positive... Another way to view your name is as someone who was fated to be born again... (*hug*) Yael
Irony is just something that happens. You are still very valid, and there's nothing wrong with appearing to contradict your contexts. Nothing's wrong with the fact that you happened to be different from how they expected. You are you, regardless of what anyone named or how anyone treated you. That's just how it is, that's how you turned out, and things beyond your control that other people did have no bearing on the validity of your identity. Forgive me if I'm not articulate. I'm not good with words.
I'm sorry your father has such a poor attitude toward his own child. I really don't understand some people/parents.
It is a shame that only death freed you from his negative pressure, but there are some people who do more good in their absence than presence. :/ All you can do is shrug and chase happiness.
Yes, I will never understand this.... I didn't care if my child was a boy or a girl, I don't care whether she's straight , hi, gay or trans, so long as she is happy and if anyone e tries to take that away from her, nature help them.
Well honestly right now I am the happiest I have ever been in my life. Ever since I came out to my best friend, even though it is just one person it has changed my life. While I don't have the best job with any luck with in the next 1-1.5 years I will get full time and I have the prospect of a really good wage. I have also managed to ask the girl I have had a crush on for the last like 4 years out the other day. I didn't quite get the response I wanted but she did say she would like to go to a movie or somthing as friends and I seem like a really cool person. I know she has been through a lot and well honestly that was a way better reply than I was expecting (I asked her over Facebook. ..). If I had realized somthing like that about my self a few months ago before I came out to my friend and before I managed to get happy then yea it might have been a very bad thing. But now it is just another aspect of who I am.
I never could either but we'll my dad hated me just because I had a penis so stranger things have happened...
