I realized from a very young age about my trans identity because I was surrounded by a lot of things in my childhood that forced me to mature early. I think that is why I began transitioning so young at age 13. After my parents' death, I socially came out.

When I started transitioning, I was mostly on my own because I didn't have anyone to talk to. So it took me a while to figure things out. I knew about hormones and I wanted to go on them, but I couldn't see a doctor. At 14, I managed to get black market hormones. But since I wasn't able to get a steady supply, it didn't last long.

Only at 17, I was able to really start and stay on hormones. For a while, my cousin took care of me, but she didn't know how to help me and she didn't have any understanding for me being trans. That made things tense and difficult between us. So last summer, I came to the Ali Forney Center to try to get myself together.

At 18, I was sent to Israel on some heritage trip like a lot of young Jewish people do. The religious community where I lived forced me into it. It was also a period where I was really struggling with my sexuality. And within an environment that was telling me that I should feel ashamed, I started feeling really suicidal.

I went through two years of shaming from our rabbi 'therapist' in Israel. It's what they call 'conversion therapy.' In other words, it's only physical and emotional abuse. I felt scared and trapped. It took me nearly two years to have the courage to leave that place and to tell my 'therapist' that I didn't want to hide anymore. ... This man, who was supposed to be my mentor, shamed me. He said that I would grow up being alone, that I was a sick and an unnatural person.

When I came back from Israel, as I was more open about my gender identity, my mom really started to have greater problems with me and she became even more emotionally abusive. And a year and a half ago, she locked the door on me.

I didn't even know what being gay or being trans meant until I was about 15 years old because it was a bad thing to know in my family. Even though I knew my whole life that I was attracted to women, I didn't know there was a label and I didn't know it was normal.

Before I came out as trans, I was identifying as a lesbian. And when my parents found out, it didn't go well at all for me. They deleted all my social media accounts and they wouldn't let me leave the house alone. I was not allowed to see my friends anymore. So, after a while, I got so angry that I got into a huge argument with my mom. We got a little bit physical and my dad decided to send me into a psychiatric hospital. In total, I went to five of them.

Because I wanted to further my transition, get surgery and start hormones, I knew I couldn't stay at home. My dad doesn't want me confusing my younger siblings or our family members.

So I had to go.

My parents tried to ignore what they called 'my lifestyle' and pretended that it would go away. Growing up, I started to be more unapologetic with who I am. I wasn't hiding. So the tension at home just kept rising until one day my mom just exploded on me. She told me to leave and not come back.

Being homeless is very scary. You have no security and you can only keep what you can hold in a bag or a suitcase. Money is also a problem. I did sex work for a few months. It was dangerous. I had a lot of encounters that were very bad, but I made money from it and I was able to buy food.

Now I am lucky I don't have to do it because I have a stable housing and a job.