Manulito
I am a male protector in a 51 year old woman's body. 28 years old today and 4 years ago I was in this little girl.
The development to the adult male, I could by the therapy and especially by the women make her lover, my friend and surrogate father thickest quite a long period of time. Until I gained enough experience to grow up what was one of them.
What I got with the father or seienn friends I had used only had not been helpful to prepare them for adult life.
I have never used violence for a cause that I felt the brunt of violence. I was totally not care. I knew I never wanted to be like all my relatives, parents and others.
I had to learn to live in a woman's body, I refused it is often with the clothes
skirts, turned the men stuff wardrobe, jewelry. The language like a boy but I had more female because many foreign knew not that way.
Can you you I imagine as a boy in a skirt and blouse, makeup, bah that was cruel. I felt terrible. Toilets for the men, if I forgot that I even had a woman's body from the outside, we have looked stupid and was thought not you see I'm like you. But it lacked certain male part, because I knew I was different as the boys.
It was bad for me, I did not know who I was and what. I looked in the mirror I saw myself a boy, I looked away and back towards a woman appeared. I always rent mirror.
Until one day I finally figured I was a boy in a woman's body.
I knew about this little girl will not back that she lived with me in a body. There is a feeling it is there and yet lives on anders.Man so halt ... not knowing what's going on.
As so I was 18 years old I made friends with a woman. She was also with many people inside as I do, from the trauma clinic. I had very fond of and looked after her, and I did with us. Later, we worked with her in a women's café. She lived in my area. I had great time with her. Visited her often and was away from the husband of one of my women had to accept but which I also saw what was uncomfortable. Be a closed and bestowing any attention. I only felt pity for him. For me it was not easy, since I like friends around me wanted and needed. I was never to see new ones. If the husband on the run hit mob with what they want from me.
Unfortunately, it came to breaking even with my Indian woman, it was called because the other people inside and my not wanted.
They loved women and men not so gay. I was the enemy of the others. Sad than the other puts an end to our friendship.
This time, we had such a chat to play with each other when I was at home. At the Indian camp to ignite the fire. Many of us thought. I accepted it and I was Manulito the Indians of the fighters for freedom, I got my name.
My inner place of safety was there.
In my wigwam with many Indians were the lost ceiling injured children from the depths of the soul that were happy with me. I gave them the love that I never received and they felt I'm not so, and all treated the same whether from the shadow realm or elsewhere ago. You could always go with me to do with and how to eat such as ice, play, enjoy beautiful things. I told them about the great freedom, light and other children were still there. From the beautiful places they are allowed to visit and much more, explaining their questions, like whether the mom or dad comes. had this terrible fear of them. I took them away the fear of adults.
I needed as my friend, so he showed me the life as it is to be as a young man. Many questions I had to do what never was allowed my entire childhood was a fiasco.
I was taken and sold to people and put on drugs at age 5.
This boyfriend at the time promised, things and conditions, he never could, he would take me to a nicer country because there is anything, he fantasized on drugs, but first we need money, you have to help me please. A little boy of 5 years can tell you all, he believes everything. I was glad to get away from my parents with their funny friends. So he took me on the streets among drug addicts who were for a while until I found my family and was violent to my Parents had to go back. The hell went just different.
this alleged friend, I was dead in the toilet house, he had given the golden shot, he was a young man who otherwise was fighting for his life only in the wrong direction, then I hated him that he I simply went without. It was the largest chunk of emotion in many smaller ones. I have the children and women who are fearful protected if that was what they could not nciht sheer Furchtund gone to the scene. But my job was to endure it.
dinner there was hardly starved, emaciated to the bone. Hidden under dirty stinking blankets. There I had to calm me behave. Only the night before I was allowed to come.
Today, I like to carve wood. Take care of my children playing happily with the others and I visit them or they me. And of course, help my fairy, she needs most now my protection. The Little Fairy of her calling me even if what is or her friend.'ve
The food I learned still not sure the kids eat when they are happy with me. Try
I have it but I can not. This is the only one from the past, what connects me to this day.
in memory of my dear little Indian
A short excerpt from my life
There you Manulito greets Elke