Kim

My name is Kim. I am nearly 12 years old, I love dancing and singing. I love art, especially drawing and painting. I love roller coasters and scary rides too. I like school and mostly I like hanging out with my friends,

 

Something about me that most people don’t know is that when I was born people thought I was a boy. I was about 2 years old when I knew I was a girl. But other people didn’t. I remember at Christmas I always got boys things. I felt lost. I was a girl after all and I wondered why people didn’t get this. I kept on telling Mum and Dad that I am a girl. I didn’t feel completely heard by anyone. Mum and Dad were supportive in this – they just didn’t understand fully I guess. They tried to make me like boys things too.

 

When I was 4 I was in a wedding – I was so excited I thought I could wear a dress. But instead I was told I had to wear a suit. But I got to wear a fairy dress at the reception afterwards and that was awesome.

 

When I was 5 Mum and Dad enrolled me in basketball and I played in a boy’s team. I told Mum I didn’t like it – but Mum said we’ll give it a try a bit longer. The only thing I enjoyed about it was in the middle of the game dancing on the court singing in my head my favourite song. I felt like a real pop star!

 

I remember my first day of school. I went to an all boys school and I felt very confused. I really hated the uniform! I kept wanting to play with girls but there were none there. Mum and Dad were really starting to get what was going on. They pulled me out and sent me to a new school where there were girls. I made friends and we all wore the same uniform there and that was so great.

 

At school I was now growing my hair and people started thinking I was a girl which I loved. I remember the boys followed me into the toilets sometimes and tried to open the door or look over the cubicles to look at me. I never wanted to go to the boys toilets. I definitely didn’t belong in there at all. I have always gone in the cubicles – never have I or would I stand at a urinal. Mum and Dad spoke to the school and eventually the teachers said I could use the staff toilets or the disabled toilets. I didn’t like to use them either. I thought that was just wrong.

 

One of my favourite memories was when I was finally allowed to stand in the girls’ line at school (we had to line up out the front of class every morning). My friends have always been girls and they have always accepted me.

I don’t really remember anything much else about having to be a boy. Or the time my parents accepted me – I just know now that my whole family is cool with who I am and guiding me on my path for what I need.

 

I now go to a school where people only know me as a girl…. And they don’t know about my past. This feels amazing.

 

My advice to anyone who is experiencing difference is this… you know who you are – no one else can make that decision for you. Keep talking to people you trust and feel safe around.

 

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