@Yerda. I have a poem that explains it i wrote it when I was a teen hang on I'll post it
Basically i just knew I was nonbinary. I've always known how i see myself
Title: A letter to myself...
Dear Ray,
At age 7,
They told you to cross your legs,
Sit up straight,
And to act lady-like...
Don't do this,don't do that.
That's not what girls do...
Do this do that....
And yet,
At night you bowed your head,
And prayed to God...
Why won't they understand you asked....
You are not a girl.
This you were certain.
At age 9,
You still haven't told them how you feel...
Your chest starts to grow,
And you ignore it for as long as possible.
Withdrawing from others,
It's the first signs of disconnecting
From your physical body.
At age 11,
This all feels like an act...
They tell you to dress a certain way and how to act.
As you try to conform to their standards...
You cringe when they call your name,
She and her feel like a stab to the heart.
You hear the word transgender for the first time...
But you feel no connection to being a boy...
But you know you aren't a girl...
So how can you be trans?
At age 13,
Your body is changing...
You start trying to distance yourself...
You had your first cycle and a friend says:
"You're a woman now."
You cry in your room for half an hour
And it wasn't because of cramps...
At age 14,
You can't ignore how you feel anymore,
You finally found out about the terms
Genderqueer and nonbinary...
Could this be you?
Maybe you are trans afterall...
But can you accept it?
At age 15,
You start to act hyperfeminine...
It's a last ditch effort to conform...
You feel that they will not accept you otherwise...
But it's exhausting and you have no other choice...
You come out of the closet...
First online then to your aunt...
There was fighting...
Weeks later you can't take it anymore...
You attempt suicide.
One day in a different home,
You decide to change your course,
You cut your hair.
A strong feeling of joy and relief fills you...
You know you are on the right path.
At age 16...
This is the present.
You hardly ever look into the mirrors...
But you are trying to find yourself.
You go more and more by Ray.
You've been insulted,yes,
And you've had people try to hurt you.
But you feel more at peace,
Acting like yourself...
I wonder what the future brings...
Dear future me,
1 in 3 of us transfolk,
Have attempted suicide by age 20.
You are one of those...
Hardly any of us make it to 31...
Are you still there?
Are you still fighting suicidal thoughts?
Do you still cringe,
Because they call you by your birth name?
Or have you changed it legally?
Do they still see you as female?
Have you accepted yourself?
Do you love who you are?
Do you still feel as if you are breaking?
This world does not feel as if it was made
For people like us...
But we will make it.
We will fight to hold on....
To hold onto hope...
Sincerely,
You