In 1993, when I was 19, I was gay bashed by a group of boys on my high school campus. They were notoriously rough young men, and I was lucky to get out of it without injuries. At the time, I didn’t feel that I had anyone to tell. Shortly after that, I checked into a psyche ward. It was a hard, hard time.
I’m now 36, happily partnered for 11 years, raising a family, in my dream job, a respected member of my community. I’m happier than I could have ever imagined.
This is for any young transgendered, lesbian, bisexual or gay person who feels hopeless. You are not alone, and it DOES get better.