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my cousin shared a story about me growing up where she and my sister couldnāt find any of their Barbie dolls. Eventually she found I had disassembled them all and organized their parts into individual shoe boxes. She calmly asked why to check if I was a serial killer and I immediately broke down crying and said something like āif I canāt have the right body nobody shouldā :v_trans:
Starting to think there is a good chance im transgender just too many weird coincidences to otherwise explain 
I donāt remember my childhood at all so Iāve never known how I ended up repressing myself and my needs so heavily, making me wonder if maybe I just didnāt ever put things together to understood what the wrong thing was that I could feel happeningā¦ but yeah apparently I used to know