- Adult Baby
My mom and grandmother told me they knew I was different even before I was born. They just "felt" something would be "special" about me. I started playing with my grandmother's dolls and dressing in similar clothes when I was very young. I enjoyed watching movies with them and pretending to be the girl in the show. I found out from the encyclopedia that puberty would lead to changes in my body, but a few years later discovered that this did not mean my body would change to fit how I felt inside. This was a sad day and led to depressing middle school years. My mom and grandmother kept trying to get me to talk about how I was feeling, but I just couldn't for some reason. In eighth grade I went to the school counselor and he helped me write a letter to my mom. She read it and cried, but it improved our relationship and the sadness began to disappear. My mom and my grandmother both supported me dressing the way I felt whenever I wanted to, so I have considered myself blessed.