I am a 22 year old Jamaican college student. I was born and raised in Kingston, Jamaica and as many of you may know, my country is HIGHLY homophobic and violent. I can't tell you how many times I've been chased and feared for my life.
All my life I've been a "tom-boy", never liked pink, dresses or dolls. The last time I was forced to buy feminine clothes I cried, this was just last year.
Recently I've started to resent myself more and more when I look into the mirror, my chest isn't flat enough, the bulge in my pants isn't big enough and most of all I cringe when anybody refers to me with any feminine pronouns.
I was born as Ashley-Anne but when I look in the mirror I see Darius.
There is no support in my country because if I come out as Trans, I will be raped, beaten, killed or become homeless, maybe all the above. I cry about this everyday and feel so alone.
I recently came out to my mother as a lesbian and I continue to hide behind that mask because I know she will never understand that her only child and daughter is actually her son.
Becoming Darius
