I was always a shy person growing up in a religous family adopted by my grand parents but when my parents died i made new friend in new places one was a gay couple of lesbians i helped raise their kids as though they were my own and they in turn ask me to just be myself note i grew up in a small town in the 70's and 80,s so i always crossdressed in private I'm a trans fem. well one day i went out side without thinking and took a walk while in full drag by the time it hit me i also realized not many were paying me any mind so i slowly came out by the time i told my family they acted supportive but i havent heard from them since but while on the internet i met this person i thought was a friend from school and reunited the more we talk the more i realize it's my birth mother and i also come to find there are 4 other gay relatives on that side of the family. The moral of this story is for every bad thing that happens something good happens in return and for every hater there is a new friend in return.

p.s. read my book forbidden life of dainna it is about the bad in my life and how we over come those diversities i really need the feed back and thanks for reading this my thought.