A haiku about my perspective on the beginning of transition-
We are all young boys
Fighting for our puberties
Held back as children.
I’ve been feeling more like that lately than ever. It seems like my childhood was stolen from me, and we have to fight the whole world, at every step, tooth and nail for our rights to have that experience. But when we’re going through it, we’re gaining back our boyhoods, day by day, at an age that’s way too late, along with having to deal with the responsibilities of being adult. At best, I’d say it’s a unique perspective through which to see life.
(I’d like to point out that I don’t mean this to be offensive- I don’t view a state of femininity as a childlike state in any way! I just feel denied the hormones that I should have gotten around the age of 13.)