Growing up trans in Singapore is tough.
I was born into a trans family, but the language barrier was the first obstacle.
Trans people are required to live their entire lives in the men’s bathroom, and our toilets are so often the only ones in the city.
So we never had a chance to see the rest of the city from outside.
When we were older, our friends and family would often visit and learn about the country, but they never knew us as trans people.
When I was 10, I started to ask my friends, family and teachers for information about Singapore’s history.
What did Singaporean people think about trans people?
Why were they treated so differently?
So I began asking questions about Singaporean history and culture.
And it wasn’t long before I started wondering what my Singaporean friends were thinking.
I began researching trans rights, and my curiosity grew.
I found myself fascinated by the stories of Singaporeans who have faced discrimination, violence, and even death.
And what did I learn?
For me, the answer is simple: Singaporeans love trans people!
Read on to learn about Singaporeans’ pride in trans people, the history of Singapore, and what’s happening in Singapore now.
Trans Pride in Singapore, Growing Up Trans Growing up in Singapore.
By the time I was in my teens, I knew I wanted to be a trans person.
I wanted it badly.
My family wanted me to be different.
I knew that I wanted a name that was different, one that was more than the first name I had given my birth name.
I didn’t know if I wanted one that looked like me, but I wanted my birth family to know who I was.
I also wanted to look like my parents.
I needed a different name to live in the world, and I wanted this change in my identity to happen quickly.
As a teenager, I would dress in a dress and go to the local shopping mall to pick up a toy for my little sister.
I would spend the day buying things for my sister, buying gifts for my friends and relatives, and making new friends.
But I would never buy something for my family, not even a pair of shoes.
They were just something I wanted.
When my family found out, I was devastated.
They told me I had to go to school and get a haircut, but when I asked what they were going to do for me, they told me to get a new birth certificate.
My parents told me that they would never give me a new name and that they wouldn’t accept my trans identity, because I was already transgender.
In Singapore, you can change your name at any age.
However, if you are born in a family that doesn’t support you, you may have to wait until you reach the age of 18 to change your gender on your birth certificate, which is not uncommon.
For me to transition in the United States, my family told me, would mean being forced to change my gender on my passport, which was not something that I believed was fair or acceptable.
Growing up, I didn.
I went to the United Kingdom to try to change, but it was a long, hard, and painful process.
After all, in Singapore there are laws against discrimination based on gender identity.
I had an understanding that Singaporeans don’t like being called trans or being called the wrong gender.
So I felt like I had no choice but to fight to change that on my own.
Growing Up in Singapore: The Story of a Trans Person article Growing Up In Singapore.
Trans growing up is challenging.
For years, my mother and I had never met other trans people and I was constantly teased.
We were the only trans children in the school.
The teachers were not always supportive of our trans identities and we had to be careful to avoid the wrong people in the classroom.
For a long time, I also had to hide my trans status to avoid bullying.
And I still did not feel comfortable in public spaces, especially in Singapore where my family did not understand that I was trans.
I did not tell my parents, and we were constantly told to keep our identities private and hide our transness from them.
When the time came for me to change in the US, I did, but only because my mother was a nurse in the community health center in which we lived.
When it came time for me and my family to change the name on our birth certificate for the first time, the nurse had to write us a letter, explaining that we had been living as male for years.
My mother and sister were also reluctant to change our name.
So my mother had to get the family to do it, which she thought was too painful and would take a long period of time.
So when we finally had to change and I told them we were trans, they were shocked.
They could not believe it.
I told my mother that I did it, and she told me the story of how we were all scared. She had to