Now I had no language to describe how I felt. I didn’t identify as a girl because I was constantly reminded that I was a boy, but it didn’t feel right. By the time I was 9 years old, I’d begun wearing some of my mother’s clothing whenever I could get away with it.
I love to hear the personal stories from others who are trans. In this one, Cara describes her childhood. The story is unique, yet will also be very familiar to many of you. Some of My Personal Trans History, is from Cara's blog, Liz - Day By Day..
Two Steps Backwards - One of the big gaps in healthcare for us are trans people who have their insurance coverage through their employer whose insurance plans fall under ERISA (...
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