IT guy here, it’s amazing what people will do on their computers and say in their emails despite having to sign a
that he was brought up by foster families because he had a shit childhood. He deliberately keeps it vague and says stuff like “I’d rather not go into it” at parties and such so that people will just assume he is a very private person and they’d stop asking about it.
waiver that all computer activity at work is monitored and recorded.
Anyway, I promised a full story about my boss’s secret and here we are.
[Background, my boss is in his late 30s.
Everyone around him already knows
The truth is that for the first 7 years of his life, he was brought up as a girl by his crazy birth mother who really wanted a daughter and didn’t let the snag of giving birth to a boy stop her from trying to raise one. (I know right, I was super surprised too when I read it from his computer)].
Anyway, she was a successful professional in the legal field (not entirely sure as what) and had him (my boss) via anonymous sperm donor from a fertility clinic (code for she had a one-night stand in a club at a tender age and shit hit the fan). She found out he was a boy during her third trimester and then moved across the country. Gave birth to him at home and continued to move around until he was 5 or so. It was just the two of them all his life, they had contact with other people, of course, but they rarely got close. He had lots of friends but always under supervision.
He found out later that his mother’s strong puritanical Christianity, was a lie she used to explain why she was so strict about him being ‘private’ and never letting anyone see him get changed or anything of the sort. He just accepted all of this as fact, having never been told anything different.
He had a great childhood. He was a bit of a tomboy, and played with Legos and toy animals, rather than dolls and stuff, but that’s not unusual and no one ever questioned he was a girl – even he himself never did. He knew about men and women but had never really seen much of naked people. His mother never ever spoken to him about it, but he had the impression that when he grew up and got boobs, that his penis would fall off or something and he would be a woman, and other kids would keep their penises and they’d be men. I don’t know, to be honest I thought it was fucked up. I guess he never really thought about it.
Anyway, he carried on with his happy girlhood, and had a bunch of friends and everything was great until he was 7 and a teacher accidentally spilled a cup of hot coffee on him at school. The coffee soaked through his clothes and was scalding on his skin, so the teacher immediately stripped him out of his clothes. And that’s when they found out.
The cops were called, and Social Services came to speak to him. They asked him a bunch of questions about life at home and his childhood. Meanwhile, his mother was taken in for questioning too. She refused to acknowledge him as male and insisted he was her daughter because she was, delusional. Anyway, he wasn’t allowed to go back home but got put with a foster family and went through a lot of therapy.
The worst part was that overnight, he lost EVERYTHING. His mother, his home, all his toys, his clothes, he moved schools and lost all his friends, and the worst part is they cut all his hair off and told him he wasn’t a girl any more. It was traumatic.
The first foster home wasn’t that great. They had three boys already and going from a sheltered, ‘religious’, only-child upbringing and tumbling into a rough, testosterone filled environment was difficult. They tried to force him to be masculine and he was just too confused about what they wanted. Anything ‘girly’ was reprimanded, and he felt so lost and alone because nothing he did was right.
He tried to commit suicide when he was 11 and again at 13 because he didn’t feel like he fitted in anywhere. After the second attempt, they moved him to a different foster home and they turned out to be amazing. He considered them to be his parents. They stood up for him, (kind of makes me want to meet my bosses’ parents and just hug them) first thing they did was to allow him to grow out his hair, unlike his previous foster parents who cut his hair, and he hated it. They always had to hold him down and do it forcibly while he was crying and fighting them. His new parents flatly refused to do it and said that a lot of boys had long hair. They also let him quit karate and football and take up swimming and jazz. Since he’d been in care, no one had ever given him an opportunity to choose what activities to do, or what to wear before and to him this was amazing.
In the end, he came out of it with a healthy gender identity (he is a guy, but not the most butch guy ever, but he is fine with that, turned out okay if you ask me). Anyway, he went through school and got his degree and has a great company and an amazing, supportive wife. Everything is looking great for him.
Except for his online activity and the emails, he sends to this anonymous person named XP238 and the weed and Viagra pills he buys from the woman who cleans the bathrooms I’d say he is okay.
I read all this from the email exchange he has with this anonymous person. He opens up a lot to this person.
Invasion of privacy level 1000 achieved. Now go fourth and judge me in the comments section I will reply to each one of you.
Boss if you’re reading this please don’t fire me, and your story is the stuff of novels man. So sad you had to go through hell, to be who you are.