![]() ![]() He began yelling at me and took his belt off and beat me with it. He didn’t ask how my day was or how school was he just wanted to know why I didn’t do the chores. He began banging on the door and told me to open the door, so I quickly changed out of my dress and opened the door…what a mistake that was. One day my dad came home I was blasting hard rock music on my record player when he tried to come in my room. I had a key lock on my door with three large sliding locks, I really wanted my privacy…for obvious reasons. I ripped up the list into little pieces, I’d rather be in my bedroom wearing my dresses. My dad didn’t care, he called me a suck and told me I was to do it anyways. One of the chores on the list was to scrape and paint the eaves trough which I couldn’t do because I was terrified of heights. I can remember when I was eleven my dad handed me a list of chores (because back in the sixties women were responsible for the domestic labour and men had to go to work) my dad took care of the outside of the house, which he passed on to me. He would be gone for 2 to 3 months at a time selling his product, leaving me a “honey to do” list. My dad was salesman, he invented a product which gave him the excuse to travel around the world. Oh yeah, there is a dad somewhere in all of this but he had a way to avoid the family. I had no social or health care support so I was forced to endure my life as a man.īut after 40 years of work I retired and my life took a turn for the better… I decided not to transition at this time because I didn’t want to risk losing my job. I worried about whether or not my employer and co-workers would accept me and if I would lose my job all together. After I became employed and had my own OHIP I was thinking I could finally transition, but then I began having second thoughts. I spent high school planning to transition after I graduate, but couldn’t get the medical support I needed being under my mom’s OHIP. After four years I didn’t have much of an education other than printing shop, but I loved it and after graduation I got a job in the printing industry. I chose to spend my school days in shop classes instead. After a while my teacher’s thought I was a nuisance and I found myself feeling very uncomfortable in their classes. I would go to my bedroom and put on my mom’s clothing because it made feel safe and secure being in my comfort zone. Often the taunting would get the best of me and I would run home crying and upset. When my teachers centred me out my face to turned red and I had a burning sensation, all the students in my class would ridicule me and call me ‘red flasher’. ![]() I really liked machine shop and printing but I hated going to class, my anxiety prevented me from participating a lot of the time. I was sent to a vocational high school, where they offered a variety of shop classes. ![]() I learned that no matter what your abilities are everyone is intelligent, talented, and unique in their own way. This new school they sent me to turned out to be a really good experience. My mom met with my teachers and I expressed my desires again, however nobody listened to my needs and they decided to send me to a school for children with special needs. I couldn’t pay attention in class, I was constantly staring out the window and not paying attention to the teacher. I had a difficult time in grade school, I failed grade three because they thought I was lazy and didn’t want to learn. This experience with my mom has caused a tremendous negative affect on my life. I was devastated that my mom didn’t accept me and was forced to hide in my bedroom if I wanted to dress as a woman. My mom is one of those people who cares more about what the neighbours think, and less about what I want and how I want to live my life. I screamed at my mom that I wanted to be a woman, but she ignored my request and insisted that because I was born a boy I should dress as a boy. ![]() From a young age I wore my mom’s clothing, I often wore her bras, garter belts, stockings, dresses, and shoes. I would like to share the adventure of my life with you.įor as long as I can remember I’ve wanted to be a woman. Hi my name is Aine, I was born in 1955 and I recently transitioned into a woman on June 5 th, 2017. ![]()
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