There was no one to talk to, to vent to, to ask questions, there was no openness to these types of topics. My parents were very strict, my father was ignorant, he was afraid of being beaten and suffering some kind of oppression.
During my youth, I grew up with this fear and experienced an inner conflict without knowing my identity. I didn't identify as gay or transvestite and didn't know what a transgender person was, it wasn't talked about in my day.
When I was 16, my mother took me to the doctor and for the first time I told anyone how I didn't like my penis, how it bothered me, how it embarrassed me, and how I was ashamed. I did some tests and the doctor prescribed me testosterone treatment to develop male characteristics, grow a gogó, deepen my voice and grow my hair.
“I began to demand that I be the father that society expected”
As a teenager my interest in boys grew, I wanted to have a boyfriend but couldn't express my desire publicly. I was pressured and pressured by my family to find a girlfriend. My mother said she had a childhood friend who really liked me. I understood that if I followed this path they would let me live in peace in my world.
When I was 17 I had my first sexual relationship with this friend, we started getting involved and a while later she got pregnant. When my daughter was born, I took care of her with all my love, bathed her, changed diapers, woke up at dawn, played, the only thing I didn't do was breastfeed her.