This is a part of a collection that details my real life experiences of child abuse in a dysfunctional family. From early childhood, I raised and brought myself up on my own on the wild city streets and in institutions, jails and violent all male adult prisons.
As a transgender girl with a timid, kind, loving and effiminate nature, I tried to make the best of a bad hand dealt to me since birth. I mostly bluffed my way through and somehow managed to reach a ripe old age the woman I am.
Disclaimer: The views in this article are those of the author. Prison Journalism Project has verified the writer’s identity and basic facts such as the names of institutions mentioned.