Job 42 – And Job Became Jobefenè.

I Am Job — Once upon a time “The Little Boy Who Was Raised as a Daughter”.

My name is Job.
But before I became Job, I was a little boy who was raised more like a daughter.

My mom wanted a girl / a daughter as her firstborn as she would always explain to my friends parents while playing with my hair if I was standing near her saying thank you to my friends parents for having me over.

Mom dressed me, treated me, and spoke to me in ways that confused a small child’s heart. My dad was away a lot (army, work), so for the first years, my foundation years it was mostly just me and Mom.

That confusion never fully left me.
Even as a man, parts of me still carry those scars — the questions about who I really am, who and what I’m supposed to be, and why I sometimes feel split inside.

I’m sharing this not for pity, but because I know I’m not the only one.
Many of us carry wounds from childhood that no one talks about.

If you’re reading this and you feel confused about your identity, your worth, or who you were meant to be — you’re not alone.

My name is Job.
What’s your name?
And what scars are you carrying today?
Still building.
Still healing.
Still becoming, I’m Transgender.