Shuvandre The Journey
I was born in the beautiful city of George. My parents got divorce so I was raised by my loving and supportive mother and my parents chose to call me: Theo. Life was treating me right, but deep inside a natural fire started slowly to light inside me, an unbearable burden was in my heart, I felt different, I spoke differently, I had feminine preferences: I was Gay.
In a family, in a town where being gay is sacrilege, how do you come "out" when you only 16 years-old? How do you master your own fears? How do you face your father and tell him: Dad, I am gay!!!
"I knew it, my son I was waiting for you to tell me that" was my mother's response. Being the only child, my father went red and until now, he does not cope with this situation or accept the fact that this id who i am and what makes me be me.
The support of my mother and my few friends was unconditionally, makes me strong to perpetuate my journey.
Troubles started, my misery began, I was living hell on Earth. At school, I was bullied by other male pupils, they beat me up, in the street, it was horrible, I was stoned several times and called "Moffie" or "Bunny" myriad of occasions.
All the insults, the beatings, the cruel words diminished someone's self-esteem, self-confidence. You just become psychologically, emotionally, mentally defeated. I was at my lowest.
Being transsexual did not stop me to achieve greatness, I am a registered Nurse and loving every bit of my journey.
For more information contact
Facebook: the Shuvandre journey
Email: theshuvandre25@gmail.com
By: Panphil Tshisumpa
In a family, in a town where being gay is sacrilege, how do you come "out" when you only 16 years-old? How do you master your own fears? How do you face your father and tell him: Dad, I am gay!!!
"I knew it, my son I was waiting for you to tell me that" was my mother's response. Being the only child, my father went red and until now, he does not cope with this situation or accept the fact that this id who i am and what makes me be me.
The support of my mother and my few friends was unconditionally, makes me strong to perpetuate my journey.
Troubles started, my misery began, I was living hell on Earth. At school, I was bullied by other male pupils, they beat me up, in the street, it was horrible, I was stoned several times and called "Moffie" or "Bunny" myriad of occasions.
All the insults, the beatings, the cruel words diminished someone's self-esteem, self-confidence. You just become psychologically, emotionally, mentally defeated.
Being transsexual did not stop me to achieve greatness, I am a registered Nurse and loving every bit of my journey.
For more information contact
Facebook: the Shuvandre journey
Email: theshuvandre25@gmail.com
By: Panphil Tshisumpa
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