I'm Athy, I'm an 18 year old girl and I want to become a man. I do not know exactly when I started acting like a guy, but I've been like this a long time. I also don't know what sparked it, but recently, I had an "epiphany" basically. I was sitting in my room at midnight on May 28th, 2013 and I started looking up "Female to Male sex change" on Google. I got chills as I scrolled through before and after pictures. I always used to joke with my friends that I'd look better as a guy than I do a girl. My boobs are too big, I hate being a girl. I've always wanted to be a guy. I'm so attracted to girls and the ones I'm usually attracted to aren't gay. I feel like if I was a guy, I'd be able to be with some of these people that I fall for and that's what sparked my journey you could say. But I'm horrified.
I hate to admit it, but I've always feared transgenders. It's one of the things I've always hated about myself. I hate that I feared them for so long. I still do somewhat, because I'm ignorant. I do not know ANYTHING at all about transgenders or sex changes or what they have been through. I'm completely ignorant of the subject. But my fear these past few days has gone so much and that's a step, because I now know what they are feeling. It's a feeling that's so unexplainable and uncomprehendable. It scares the living hell out of you.
I have told three of my friends about these feelings... somewhat. I have not told them about me wanting to become a man to say the least. I have told them that I am confused and don't know how to tell them what I am feeling. They know nothing. I am so afraid of losing a friend. I have the best friends in the entire world but this subject is taboo and I know it has a lot of negative prejudice. What scares me the most, is that I can't even accept it. How will they? I have been suicidal and depressed since I lost my Father to suicide three years ago, and I know I will become like that again if I can not accept what I want to be. I will always be depressed and suicidal again if my friends can't accept my decisions. Especially my family. I never even admitted to my family I was gay but they know. My Mom read my diary three years ago when I started hurting myself because of my depression. I just never answered her when she asked if I was gay.
This is the most painful thing I have ever gone through, I feel. I cry every time I think of telling my family and friends about it. I do not know what to do at all. I am completely and utterly lost.