Day 01- Introduction Part 1

What better way to start things off than with an introduction. Please be kind and considerate in dealing with the names I will mention in this post as they are the true name I was born with, and the true name that I was given when I was adopted. Do not use these names in an attempt to attack me or my character. With that said, let's begin.
I was born on July 17th, 1980. My parents were John Wayne Lindsay and Norma Marie Gisclair Lindsay. At birth, I was given the name John Wayne Lindsay, Jr. With these parents, I have five sisters, two brothers (one of them drowned when I was 1 and a half years old, but I still consider him a brother as though he were alive), one half sister, and one half brother.
I was taken from my birth parents after the drowning of my older brother. It was then I was placed into an orphanage first, and then began my life going from foster home to foster home. In one foster home (at the age of 3), I was molested by the mother in such a way that many would not even view at as molestation.
I was a bed wetter at that age, and the mother could not stand always having to change my sheets every morning. One such morning, she had come in only to find that I had once again wet my bed overnight. she walked out without saying a word and came back a short while later with a diaper, powder, wipes, and baby lotion. As the two boys that were also there watched on, she wiped me clean and began to rub me down with the lotion. When she got to my private area, she began to massage and rub it up and down continuously. She then began to tease me with, "Do you like this? Does it feel good? This is how we treat BIG babies that wet their bed instead of going to the potty." She then powdered me and diapered me up real tight. She dressed me in a t-shirt and a short-all and took me to the grocery store. Down one isle, she reached into my short-all and inside my diaper to my private area and began to again rub it up and down and massage it. "I'm just checking to see that my BIG baby hasn't wet his diaper," she said when a customer happened to pass by. Then to me she said, "Do you like this? Keep wetting the bed, and I will make you my BIG baby forever."
I was soon taken out of that home and given back to my birth parents for a trial period that failed. I was once again taken and put through foster homes until I was adopted at the age of 6 and a half by Cheryl Ann Guidry Bordelon and George Vincent Bordelon. My name was then changed to John Wesley Bordelon. Everything was going great even after my sister (who had her name changed to Christine Elizabeth Bordelon) was also adopted. It was when our parents had their own son, Ian Christopher Bordelon, that things began to become a nightmare for me. George started getting very physically and emotionally abusive to me. Things even got worse when, at age 12, I began to feel like I was not the boy I was born and raised as. Instead, I began to feel more like a little girl. I began to dress in my sister's clothes that fit me as well as her panties. When I got caught, George really began to physically and emotionally abuse me even more. There was even once when he came very close to killing me. To this day, I am afraid of belts and having anything around my neck due to his choking me and whipping me with his belt even when I truly didn't deserve it.
Years came and went, and as I got older, my feelings of being a woman grew. To hide my feelings, I began to put on what I call veils. Every time someone did not like something about me, I put on another veil in order to please that person. I did it so easily and so much that I soon forgot who I really was and what I truly felt. Severe depression kicked in, and I acted out first by pretending to have a second personality and then by threatening and attempting to kill myself several times. I was hospitalized, but I could never bring myself to tell the real reason as to why I was acting in such a way.
It was not until recently that I was introduced to the fact that I was a transwoman. I came to this fact find when I met a very good friend online (who is also my online mommy mistress, but that goes with my fetishes which I will not discuss in this post). She mentioned to me that there was a possibility she was inter-sexed (and recently it was confirmed she is), so I got curious as to what that meant and did some research. It was through my research, that I came across what I truly was. It took some more questions, and a few more days before I came to accept what I am. Now I am beginning my journey towards realigning my inner soul with my outer self. I only hope that my medicaid and medicare will cover my surgery when it comes to that.
On a final note, I am bisexual and am attracted to both men and women. I have had several relationships through the years. All of them ended badly due to either them wanting me for sex or money, incompatibility, them playing games with my heart, or them being complete jerks. Only one woman that I broke up with remains my friend to this day. That woman is the mother of my daughter and also the caretaker of my son since his mother wants nothing to do with him judging from her actions even though she would say different. I also have two children from two different women. Austin Michael Bordelon was born on October 10th, 2007 and will be turning 3 this year. Justice Faith Bordelon was born April 21, 2009 and is now 1.