I sit on a low bluff looking out at the ocean in Goa age 18 and away from home for the first time.
I can see sitting beside me a version of me who is female - compassionate - loving my skirts and my bangles the anklets Shankar and Ana gave me soft and round and surprised I want to be intimate with a boy. This is the real me.
I see sitting on the other side of me another version of me who is sure they are the real me male - logical - unemotional calm under pressure. My life is planned out I will be an engineer like my uncle interested in ideas and not people. This is the real me.
Some "I" sits on that low bluff and sees both of us for the first time and it is a wonder. There are no words for this yet but these both are the real me and in time we will find more of us.
This is the real me.
I eventually learned this is called Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), though my diagnosis now would be a slightly milder version of it. I write this to be visible, and so others know they are not alone.