So, all this time I was hating myself? It was all due to body dysphoria. I’m trans and my parents were keeping my behaviours from childhood a secret. All this time I was telling myself to “man up” I literally just wanted to be a man, not “as strong as a man”. The screams in my head have finally stopped, I’m getting on with my studies. It’s mad how I myself made myself too insecure to even admit a truth to myself. Since I figured it out with my therapist I’ve been laughing, like actually laughing because all my pain is actually making sense, my past behaviour is making sense..
The only thing I wanted to say on here really is, watch your kids because you never know they might be carrying a weight. Don’t let them carry it into adulthood.