I consider myself a confident and open minded person, although I have always suffered from depression since the age of 15.
Long story short, I wasn’t satisfied with my natural state.
By the way, let me introduce myself. I am Gabriel, but someone may mistakenly call me Sofia. And here is my story.
For a long time, I wasn’t able to understand what was happening to me. I began to ponder a question: Who was staring at me in the mirror? It took more than 2 years to identify myself. It was hard 2 years of the agony and self-destruction. But in the end I was confident: it was a man locked in the woman`s body. I had quite conservative parents so I had to sleep out. And I am very grateful to that few, who helped me up in those days. Most of my “friends” stopped to hang around with me. I started earning for a living and became financially independent early.
Now I am trying to build a career of fashion designer these days. And I have my little victories in this field by now.
At the age of 18 I have already been grimly determined for SRS. I started a course of hormonal tablets and met a man who helped me to cope with the operation. We are still together. He loves me as I am, and I am grateful to him a lot. I love him to pieces.
To be honest, the operation was a nightmare for me, I experienced a difficult year of rehabilitation, but I’m confident that the operation was the best decision in my life.
Finally, Sofia is dead! Hail Gabriel!
I'm already 25. And I do not communicate with family at all. They pretended I am dead for them. I simply followed suit. This life challenge was a good lesson for me. And I'm glad that I had such an experience.
Now, when me and my wedded husband have been together for more than five years we are determined to have a child. I know that he will be an excellent father, coz he is attentive and supportive, I can feel that.
We have already discussed an adoption. And it seems to me that he is for it. I do partially support this option. But maybe I'm too selfish for it, but I really love this man and I do want to raise with him a common child.
I understand that you may consider my story odd, but this is what I have been thinking about for the last six months.
And now I see the only way for our couple, which is surrogacy.
Please suggest any ideas on this matter.
Thank you for your understanding.