Hello ,I am new here .
I will try to be as briefly as I can ...ok ?I apologize for errors ...english is not my mother tongue ...
I am nearly 30 years old ,I am a biological male .
Since I was 6 years old I wished I could became a girl and live my life in the right way . I never talked about my feelings to my parents nor to friends .I had the feeling that I was wrong ...broken ...so no one really knew this until adolescence .
I told about me to my mother .She didn't understand me ,I didn't keep on trying ...and things remain same for a couple of years .
I used the Internet to know other people like me ...I knew some wonderful friends similar to me ...I foolishly felt in love with a boy I never saw in real life ...and I knew a pre-op transsexual who gave me hormones .I was 16 years old ...and felt my dream can became true .
So I started taking hormones ...see my body start changing ...but after 4 months my parents accidentally found hormones .I can't get out of my mind that horrible day .
Obviously I stopped taking hormones .
I was visited by a psychiatrist for about a month ...
I was visited by an endocrinologist ...
My parents didn't support me ...I really felt I was alone .I could not face all that pressure ,I started not talk with friends knew in Internet ,I started to freeze my heart ...I decided to stop going to psychiatrist and other doctors.
Yes ,it was just my fault .That was the way I killed myself .
I completed high school and university with good results .
I have a job ,and I like what I do .
I don't have friends ,I can't get in touch with other people .I always feel distant to everybody .
I never had romance ,nor I desire it .
I never had sex ,nor I desire it .
I have no aim ,no purpose or ambition .
I just do activities which can help me not thinking .
Usually I don't feel strong feelings ...it is like my heart became piece of ice .
But sometimes I can't avoid thinking again about these events ...and having a lot of regrets .Maybe Elisa could be saved ,she didn't deserve that unhappy fate .
I feel split .I am not the person I used to be years ago .That person died years ago .
I don't think about suicide ...not seriously .But now I watch life with a lot of disenchant .Too much a person can sustain .I don't trust no one ,I don't believe in all those nice things I used to believe years ago .I see life just like a zero sum game .No one wins .No one lose really .Maybe it's just all useless .
In a few months it will be an important anniversary of that horrible day ,when all started to end .I will remember it going in the place I was when my parents found out what I was doing ...reading my diares ...listen to my music .And maybe cry .
There is a game I like to play
I like to hit the town on Friday night
And stay in bed until Sunday
We'll always be this free
We will be living for the love we have
Living not for reality
It's not my imagination...
Not my...