My story is a confusing one. When I was a kid, I always believed that I was born male and that my mom had my sex changed as a baby. I always wondered why she did this because I felt like a boy. I gravitated to male friends, enjoyed 'male things' .. Never had interest in makeup or girly clothes, HATED dresses and how my mom made me dress.
As a preteen I began befriending very seductive acting girls and trying to imitate how they looked and acted to try to fit in. I also identified first as gay and later as pansexual.. as a teen I got into addictions really bad, and at this time I flocked toward males who supplied me with drugs.. exchanged my body as long as they supplied me.. at one point I declared that I was a lesbian and began experimenting with cross dressing and looked very androgynous.
Of course, my addictions took me back to men.. and to get said men I began feminising myself to the extreme.. doing everything I could to convince the world and myself that I am a girly girl, and not see 'the man' in me when I looked at myself. I have long planned for a nose job, boob job, butt implants, lip injections, corsets, etc .. ANYTHING to cover up the man inside of me.
NOW.. at 19 I quit drugs for good, and a few months later I was pregnant by my also freshly sober boyfriend. I always wanted kids so I was overjoyed. I studied child development and parenthood and went on to give birth and breastfeed for almost three years for my childs health benefits. My ex and I broke up halfway through the pregnancy.
Fastforward two years and I wanted another child eventually but dreaded a rekationship with another man. I considered a donor but eventually my family talked me into dating a man I had known sincs I was 11. We were not very careful and I was pregnant within a year. I did not lovd him at all, though I bent over backwards trying to fit into his idea of what a woman is. Who was I trying to convince? Eventually we split as well.. I had a natural home birth, and again am breastfeeding beyond two years.
I LOVE my kids and they have always called me mama. My youngest is over two now and I have, since he was quite small, been trying to avoid ny inner feelings. The woman is always there, but so is the man. Last year I decided to stop caring what people think of me and start living without doing what society thinks I should.
I shaved my head and loved that for a while, but I am growing my hair out now. I have stopped wearing bras unless they are built into shirts or sports bras. I have stopped buying super girly clothes. I have a feminine shape, and my larger size breasts have always been my way of convincing the world that I am a girl, darn it!! Now they make me constantly uncomfortable. I never used to go braless, though, because I could not stand feeling that I had breasts. Now I hate HAVING to wear bras.
I think I have always known I am an androgyne. I tried so hard to cover it up and make sure nobody could tell. I dont want to have any more kids, and I am sure that is what has provided me the freedom to give up the act.
I Am still confused at how to approach this journey. What do I say? Or do? How do I tell people? What will they say?
I also feel that I am probably gynesexual. I have put myself through years of sexual and emotional abuse by men just to live a HUGE lie. I dont want to do it anymore.
I dont want to live as a man, but I dont feel like I am just a woman. I thought maybe I am genderqueer, but the more I read, the more I see myself as androgyne.
Isnt this complicated? I love my kids and to them I will always be mama. But maybe just a different kind of mama. One who is happier, though, and no longer running from 'the man in there'.