"Who am I?" is a question I ask myself on a daily basis.When I ask people what my name is, they give me an odd look and tell me my name is 'Catherine,' but why does that name feel so wrong? I'm not her. I can't be! This doesn't feel like my own skin. Allow me to begin from the top. My true name is Jonas, and yes, I am a guy. The last time I remember being myself was three weeks ago when I was driving south to Orlando, Florida. It was for a college project, to visit Sea World and study the behavior of the different types of aquatic animals. I recall getting myself into a serious accident along the way, causing me to black out and later, wake up in a body that felt not my own.
I had groaned in pain, but realized that I wasn't actually hurting. Which was odd, to be honest. Shouldn't I feel searing pain? Been attached to machines, barely alive? "Who am I?" is a question I was able to answer a few days ago. I am trapped inside a female body known as 'Catherine Mason' who lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. She, or I, am a seventeen year old girl who lives in an abusive household, a junior in high school, and working two part time jobs. I learned all of this after reading her diary I found stuffed under her mattress. Really? Such stereotype.
Don't get me wrong. I panicked and nearly screamed my head off when I felt around and found woman parts after waking up under pink-flowered bed sheets. Things were flipped, many tears were shed, and nothing but confusion and fear took over. I had thought that I was undergone surgery to become a woman to save my life or something. Now, only one thing terrifies me. Where was my body?
~Dahl
