Post by tgirlbree on May 15, 2020 5:31:07 GMT
Hi Everyone!!
My name is Breanna and I am a Proud & Confident transexual woman doing SRS. I am 59 y/o, I support the LGBTQ, Glad, Human Rights Campaign and I have always known I was different, when I was 5 y/o I realized there was something between my legs and it wasn't part of me. That was 1966 and when I told my parents, they got angry telling me I was a boy and that was that. So, I was raised a boy and tried to survive and fit in with society but my own hatred of my body led me to substance abuse and attempted suicide. I was also beaten by 3 men in Tampa, Florida to within an inch of my life. Because I was trans. Tonite I lay in my bed alone, a business & home owner, trying to make sence of my life. One month ago my life partner died of cancer, she was my only support system as my family abandoned me long ago. She loved me for who I am and not what I am or what I have. I feel so lost and alone without her love and companionship and I have come to think that maybe that's what life's about. Learning to love unconditionally, accepting each other no matter what. As the tears roll down my cheeks I remember her encouraging words of support when I officially and fully came out. She knew that the loss of my family, my friends and job tore me to pieces but it was more important to live as my authentic self. Today, I live, work, dress and am me because of this angel who came into my life and I am happy, confident and comfortable with myself for the first time in over 50 years. Her last words to me was to never give up, to live my life with my heart and not my head. How do I thank such a person!?? The tears have not stopped this past month, my heart aches with loneliness and sadness. I have been alone, housebound since January 2020 due to open heart surgery and the covid virus and was unable to see her during her last days in the hospital. My Baby Girl was my Angel and I miss her terribly and there is nobody in my life that I can talk to. Why is life so cruel, why do we suffer such pain. Will I at my age find real love again? Will I ever experience companionship again? Why is life so hard? Why is being trans so difficult? Why can't we be accepted like everyone else??
My name is Breanna and I am a Proud & Confident transexual woman doing SRS. I am 59 y/o, I support the LGBTQ, Glad, Human Rights Campaign and I have always known I was different, when I was 5 y/o I realized there was something between my legs and it wasn't part of me. That was 1966 and when I told my parents, they got angry telling me I was a boy and that was that. So, I was raised a boy and tried to survive and fit in with society but my own hatred of my body led me to substance abuse and attempted suicide. I was also beaten by 3 men in Tampa, Florida to within an inch of my life. Because I was trans. Tonite I lay in my bed alone, a business & home owner, trying to make sence of my life. One month ago my life partner died of cancer, she was my only support system as my family abandoned me long ago. She loved me for who I am and not what I am or what I have. I feel so lost and alone without her love and companionship and I have come to think that maybe that's what life's about. Learning to love unconditionally, accepting each other no matter what. As the tears roll down my cheeks I remember her encouraging words of support when I officially and fully came out. She knew that the loss of my family, my friends and job tore me to pieces but it was more important to live as my authentic self. Today, I live, work, dress and am me because of this angel who came into my life and I am happy, confident and comfortable with myself for the first time in over 50 years. Her last words to me was to never give up, to live my life with my heart and not my head. How do I thank such a person!?? The tears have not stopped this past month, my heart aches with loneliness and sadness. I have been alone, housebound since January 2020 due to open heart surgery and the covid virus and was unable to see her during her last days in the hospital. My Baby Girl was my Angel and I miss her terribly and there is nobody in my life that I can talk to. Why is life so cruel, why do we suffer such pain. Will I at my age find real love again? Will I ever experience companionship again? Why is life so hard? Why is being trans so difficult? Why can't we be accepted like everyone else??