Growing up in an old fashioned household with immigrant parents from the Middle East, I didn’t hear anything about anything that wasn’t traditional in relation to sexuality. I didn’t know anything of becoming transgendered. As I got older I learned more about it, and the reasons why people don’t feel comfortable as the person they were born. Watching “Becoming Chaz” showed me even more insight on the topic, showing his personal perception, and his journey changing from a woman to a man. After watching this film, I do believe that everyone is entitled to making their own decisions for what will make them happy, and I do agree that there should be a name for this difference in a person’s mind.…
One day, she finally built the courage to talk to her mom about changing her gender and identification.…
The client reports she had a normal childhood up until nine years of age. She remembers a wonderful life with her father and mother. She states she remember spending good times with both her parents. When her father was living her mother did not work, and they went on vacation regularly. She said her father play with her every day after coming home from work. Mary said her father would help her with mathematics homework, and she made good grades in school. She states she had a normal happy life when her dad was alive. She reported when her dad was living she thrived in every area of life. Mary said when her daddy died her whole life changed. Her world came tumbling down. The client reported that due to a great dad she had a good…
Located in New York, the cultural and financial capital of the world, I know that my time at Columbia will be both productive and enjoyable.…
When it comes to school, I guess you could say that my mom was a bit of a nerd. She was extremely smart and exceeded in every class. She went to a Catholic school until fourth grade. She said, about this school, “Not much happened here, I was placed in Reading and Math groups by myself, and no, I was never hit with rulers over the knuckles by the nuns, if you were wondering.” In middle school, she was placed in an advanced class and by the time she left she was finished with all her required high school math classes. She was also inducted into the National Junior Honor Society where she held the office of Secretary. In high school, since she was a big nerd, she took college level math courses and AP in all other classes. She also played…
People have called me a mama’s boy all of my life. I freely admit that I still am a mama’s boy to this day, even though my mama has been dead for 17 years. I talk to her every day as if she were still here with me.…
I always used to say ‘yes’. My mother never taught me how to say ‘no’.…
Suddenly, I woke to the sound of pain and stress. In the dimmed hotel room, my mother was laid roughly on the bed motioning that she didn’t feel well. We had traveled the far and exciting journey to Las Vegas to witness my mom finish a half marathon. It was an event that she had spent minutes, hours, days, and months training for. I couldn’t believe that after all of the work my mom had done in the past year, she wouldn’t be able to compete on the big day. I was wrong though when my mom sat up, tidied her tangled hair and nonchalantly said, “let’s do this”.…
Hello there. I assume you already know who I am. My foster mom is about to help me find my perfect forever home, and in spite of the long waiting list, she does have the opportunity to refer a friend.…
Some nights I dream about Michael. He’s coming home from college for christmas break and he’s brought a girl with him. Our family is sitting at the dinner table and he’s giving my sister’s new boyfriend a hard time. He’s sitting in the audience, whooping and hollering as I walk across the stage and receive my diploma. Other times, he’s standing in a waiting room, introducing my sisters and me to his little girl. I dream about all of the moments my family and I never got to have with him and my heart breaks every single time. Michael has been gone for almost 16 years and yet he is still with me every day. I dream about him and what could have been; what should have been. Michael’s death teaches me something new almost every day. I have learned what loss is, how to deal with it, and how to grow from it.…
The things in my life that helped me to relate to my gender are the feelings I had as a female such as how I related to males, however; although I have always felt comfortable with my sexuality, I was a bit of a tomboy. I grew up on a small farm and my siblings and I used to do things like build forts, play with toy cars, get really dirty and all of these things are considered masculine activities. I wore dresses when I had to but for the most part I hated them. That did not take away from the fact that I was a girl.…
My mother’s parents would always share stories with us about how their parents came to America from Italy and Germany. They would bring out old photo albums and tell us all about how different life was for them and how they held on to family cooking recipes and every Christmas we make the same dishes that their parents would make. My father’s parents would also share stories about Ireland and my grandpa would talk about what he experienced when he was in the war. Unlike the family I interviewed, I was brought up in a Christian household. Every Sunday the whole family would attend church together and then go out to eat after to talk about what we had learned. We would also pray every night before bed and were always told to give thanks throughout the day for the life we have been blessed with.…
Never in my life had I ever thought that at the age of seventeen years old, I would lose my father in an unexpected accident. To this day, I feel it should have never happened. I would like to think it is all a bad nightmare and that I would wake up to see my father there the next morning, but unfortunately it is not the case. There are a lot of things I did not understand back then; especially about loss, sadness, anger, and fear. When it came down to these things I did not know how to handle these emotions so I began to suppress these feelings and pretend to act like I was the same person as I was before, but I was not. It hurt just as much to put on a mask in front of people who I knew and loved without uttering a word of what I felt in my heart. What hurt the most is that I lied to myself.…
“ Que pasa “(what’s up)my grandpa said over the phone. “ I’m just at home con mi mama”, I replied. “ Yo y tu Nana Amanda vamos ir a México mañana quieres venir?”(your grandma Amanda and I are going to Mexico do you want to come?) I said “ Espere le voy a preguntar a mi mama”(hold on i’m going to ask my mom). I asked my mom if I could go and she said ,“I’m not going to be able to go I have notes to write for work over the weekend.” I said, “ You have notes but I don’t, so can I go.” My mom said, “ Go ahead but I’m not driving you all the way to Rialto so Nana is gonna have to come pick you up tonight.” I said ,”Ok I’ll be back Sunday”…
As a young boy, I had always possessed an intrinsic idea of being different from other people, especially boys. I had a rather flamboyant and bold personality that caused the other boys to persecute me daily. As a result, I tried my hardest to conceal these qualities as a way to prevent being ostracized, however this was to no prevail. I was forced to transfer to multiple schools in order to elude from the closed minded students who taunted me. During the summer of eighth grade, I began to question myself of my sexuality. People had always interrogated me about my gender preference, but I was never aware of my answer. I had always been dubious towards the topic; I was never willing to entertain it. Indeed, the very thought of the dreaded topic caused my stomach to churn. However, I knew I would not allow a repetition of middle school to occur in high school. I initiated a process of self-discovery and began to reveal the person I was under the concealment. I dismantled my walls and slowly uncovered my true identity. I had reached a mental breakthrough. I am gay.…