I told Mom how I feel and that I’d rather die than go through female puberty and living as female causes me unbearable anxiety and I need to live as the boy I know I am. I tried to explain everything to her calmly and clearly.
She started yelling at me and this is what came out:
I can’t do this. I don’t want to live like this. I’m done.
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