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There is a part of my life I don’t talk about a lot,the abuse my dad put me through.It was horrible and treated me like a piece of garbage,didn’t have a good relationship with him at all.Growing up,he wanted me to grow up like any normal little boy,rough and tough which this wasn’t me at all.At age 5 or 6,knew I was transgender in a way and mom suspected I was this way.I remember at 8 years old,came in sitting on on the couch crossing my legs and my dad hated it.He went over grabbing my legs uncrossing them calling me the F word a gay man is called.My mom heard and went off my dad on this.I went in my room upset with the door closed,mom saw me do this.She knocked on the door and let her in.Comforted me and said that was not me at all.Dad did have a little effort to apologize to me about,it was not good enough.Then it was with me looking through a women’s clothing catalog my mom got in the mail.Dad caught me looking through it and took it away from me throwing it in the garbage can.Called me a freak.Left and told mom what he did,she wasn’t too happy what he did to me.She was real angry this time and told him quit controlling my life letting me be me.Last straw,was him finding out I tried on a pair of pantyhose my mom gave me two days later at age 12.Mom stepped in telling him she had enough of the abuse he was putting me through.She went into the kitchen grabbing a garbage bag putting in his clean clothes she got out of the dryer in there and tied it up throwing it outside.Told him get his no good butt out of her house now.My eyes lit up when she did this,she stood up for me and still proud of her for this to this day.Decided to chose me over him.I was not there when he got the rest of his stuff the next and and never seen him after that.I felt so glad he was gone I could be me finally.
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