Right after the Easter holiday I was speaking with our pastor. I realized that what I was about to share with him was a heavy burden for me – AND something that could forever change the way he viewed me & our relationship. But I HAD to get it off my chest.
Being known in my social circles as staunchly Christian as well as hard-right conservative, what I was about to confess would make people look & think twice.
I had to do it!
I told him that for months & months – actually the better part of a year, in my earlier life – that I was convinced I was a man trapped inside a woman’s body. In fact that thought consumed my entire thought life from morning to night – during every conscious, waking moment.
I was a man trapped inside a woman’s body!
My pastor said this: “You mentioned that was earlier in your life?”
“Yes”, I replied.
“Well . . . if you don’t mind me asking you . . . what happened??”
“The solution was right there – all around me, pastor – and after nine long, arduous months, my mother gave birth!”