My story begins in my mother’s womb, when she wanted to have a baby boy. My mother would cut my hair short, which thing I never liked. I was impacted by the difference in attention that my parents gave to my little brother. The root of rejection sprung up inside of me.
Unfortunately, character misunderstandings between my parents triggered continuous quarrels between them. I didn’t feel loved at home, and this created an affection deficit that I sought to replace by various means. For the first time, I experienced the feeling of being important for someone, when a school girl tried to have an affair with me as if I was a boy.