I am Anon.
Thats how I start all my stories.
I find there is power in anonymity but also guilt.
So obviously I'm new here. I just graduated high school and am entering university as a stealth FTM. It's not that I had a horrid coming out experience. The reactions were mixed but I received enough support. What drove me to go stealth was the fact that people who otherwise thought i was just another dude, always saw me differently, even if subconsciously, when i told them i was trans. Different isn't negative per say but the word stimulates an internalized discomfort, which has been drilled into my head at a young age.
For the most part I am satisfied with my stealth life; I pass well, I make friends, and I can be as male as I please. But then there comes the paranoia that someone will discover my secret, followed by shame that I don't have the courage to openly identify as trans. I submit essays to online publishers on topics of social justice, especially trans activism. Yet I insist on remaining anonymous, but what i hypocrite i am!
I knew going stealth would come with a heavy toll. My university has a great LGBTQ resource center but networking with the students there means outing myself. Thats why I came here, to be anonymous again- to seek help from others who can understand my experiences without making myself too vulnerable. And then, maybe some day I'll be ready to be out and proud, but not just yet.