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Maybe only the Oracle at Delphi knows my destiny...
My name is Beth. But that's not my given name. Josie is simply a taken name; one I produced so that you the reader will picture me as a feminine personality and so that I can more define my femininity. It gives me chills as I write this, because I have never expressed this before. I've thought about it, but never told anyone; never given out for open criticism (whether constructive or not). I think that's what gives me chills about it. The main reason for my hesitation to "come out", as it were, is that I believe the society in my environment and the people I am close too would lash against me. I picture my parents spending sleepless nights thinking about what they did wrong. I can feel the emotions going on inside of them when they look at me after having discovered the truth. Thinking of this reminds of me of the one time I tried to "come out". I decided I had had enough of being in the closet. I was ready to start the change. I had some clothes I had gotten from the neighborhood mission late at night when it was closed (my dad is a pastor so I was able to get keys to sneak over there). I had worn the clothes overnight, and in the morning I resolved to finally tell my mom, because I didn't want it to be a secret anymore. When I told her, dressed in a yellow silk nightgown, she received me with rejection and disbelief. She reacted as if I had taken drugs or something, but like she was going to just ignore the fact that it had happened. We talked briefly in my room about it. I told her I want to be this way. I want to be a girl. She asked me if I knew what this was called and then answered her own question, it's called crossdressing. As if I didn't know. She then told me to get dressed and get ready for school.
Later that day when she picked me up from school, she talked to me about it again. The whole day in school I had felt like someone had ripped my heart and all my inards out of me. A severe emptiness and hollowness sat inside of me. This time when she talked, she told me that she had talked to my father about it. They decided I should get counseling. Over the course of the day, though, I had realized that my mom would have trouble excepting at all and therefore I told her that it's just a phase and I'll get through it. I got her to agree and nothing about this topic has been talked about between us since then. Now, when I think back, I see that it was a major tragedy, especially since my parents had offered to me the very thing which I needed and wanted so badly. I still do. Now, however, the situation is different. I don't think that with less than 7 months until my independence from them that I will get up the nerve to try again. I don't even know how I had the courage to tell them the first time. Now I figure that once I go to college away from them, I can start counseling first, and then under the supervision of my counselor I might also find it easier to break it to them.
Actually, I never understood why they didn't like it. I'm sure that once they'd get used to it they enjoy having a daughter immensely. You see, they had three boys and no daughters (in anatomical terms). They had me just so they would have a chance at getting a daughter. Unfortunately, they only got a mental daughter of a child and not a physical one (which is what matters in today's society). Perhaps one day, we'll look back on this and maybe my parents can even read this journal and understand what I'm going through and that I am destined to be female, regardless of society's restrictions.

Well, I hope you've enjoyed the first entry. This was the meat of the subject of my page, so I thought I'd want to get rid of it first (hidden meaning in that sentence). Later I'll talk about some of my first experiences with my transsexuality and also about my current experiences.
It's not easy being green. - Kermit T. Frog
It's not easy being a pre-TS teen. - Josilyn B. Uzel
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