Dear Forum Community and Staff,
In regards to my past posts as well as fallout from previous events with my family. My relationship with my family as you may or may not have known was at the most bitter distain and it became so tense at times that my parents would have enough and would tell me that I had to leave (all regarding the trans issue I might mention).
Here is some advice that, although is probably not the best idea in the entire world, it worked for me and it may as well work for you:
A few months ago my parents told me for the last time that I had to get out and that I had 7 days. So I started packing everything into my car. After I had packed for a few days I got tired and slowed down a bit, but the tension between my dad was still there really strong I might add. Anyways at the time I was working as a mechanic in a bike store. Everyone in that bike shop had the same brand of tools so the only way to distinguish was to paint them. Most colors were already taken so I went to the store and bought some pink spray paint. And painted my tools with it. Dad saw them and told me to get out now.
So I left several things behind that I still wanted. I called a friend who told me about the 24 hour Walmart where I slept for a few nights. But here is something that you may all benefit from. One day I drove somewhere and was on my way back to Walmart when all of a sudden I didn't turn in. I kept going and going and going until I was on an expressway, then I was in Wisconsin.
Months later I end up in Minnesota. I had visited all of the places along the way, all the cities, all the landmarks, everything. None of which were the least bit interesting. Finally I had found a place that I liked. Duluth, Mn.
I was no out of money and out of gas, I found a Catholic worker house that fed me and gave me a place to go during the day, but I was still sleeping in my car which I had done for months previously. One of the interns at the house called "Olive Branch" worked in a youth support resource building called "Life House". The people there worked to help me make a resume to apply for work as well as get into a transitional apartment, which I have to move out of in a few days. While visiting the Olive Branch yesterday I met a trans man who was also homeless. He and I walked down to the water front of lake superior and talked for a long time.
The life house hooked me up with numerous resources such as GLBT support groups, gender theripists, as well as made an appointment for a medical clinic that can prescribe hormones to me without a note from a therapist.
I have been just about 7 months full time, the picture in my avatar is WAY out of date, I pass a lot better now, been whistled at by construction workers and guys in their cars, been complemented on my shoes, necklaces, and skirts by girls passing me by... Life for me right now is absolutely wonderful.
So here is the
TL;DRIf you have been kicked out, drive as far away as possible and make a new life for yourself, if you keep going back to the people that kicked you out you are going to wind up attempting suicide over and over and going to the mental institutions.
There are better places that are more understanding and more open to trans people. You just have to find them!
Good luck to everyone here, I hope to hear back from you regarding my story. Whenever I post posts like these I get virtually no responses, but if you do leave a response that would be great, I know this was long, but you will enjoy it maybe!
