Reliable Sources: @TracingWoodgrains's story about a Wikipedia admin who may be the only man more online than @TracingWoodgrains is (with a brief r/drama cameo!)

One day when I was in high school I had a dream that told me to get myself together and that you can be whoever you want to be. 
I then started my transition when I was 15. 
I was kicked out for doing so. 
I decided to just join the military. 
I thought it was the best thing that I could do because that was the thing that was gonna make me a man.
So I went to the recruiter and I signed up.
After that I did basic training in the army. 
But I got kicked out for depression. 
Then I decided to just be myself and not worry about anyone. 
But that wasn't a good idea because I didn't get a job after the military. 
And no one wanted to hire me. 
So I just started having sex with people for money.
When that ran out I decided to just be myself again. 
So I just stayed on welfare until I was 24. 
I even got kicked out of a bunch of different houses for having bad credit and being depressed.
So I decided to just be myself. 
And I just kept going back to living with myself and being on welfare.
It was a good life. 
I just did sex work for some extra money in those times. 
I had a lot of people who liked me. 
So I was just like ok. 
I just stayed like that until I was 29. 
I got a call from my grandma and I asked her how tf I didn't know anyone in my family. 
So I decided to just be myself.
But that didn't work out because I got kicked out of my grandparents' house for sex work.
So I moved out and met another girl. 
And we decided to have a relationship. 
So we moved out. 
I got a job at HEB. 
I really liked it but then I got fired for being gay.
So I decided to just be myself again.
But that didn't work out because I was fired from every job I applied for.
So I decided to join the air force. 
That didn't work out because I got kicked out for being depressed.
So I just sat there and got on welfare. 
That was until I got married.
I got married because she said she was pregnant and that she wanted me to give her money. 
So I just stayed with her and I didn't know that I could just leave her but I just thought that I could do whatever I wanted.
So I did that for seven

I was born in a small town in Idaho in 1996.

My childhood was ordinary. I didn't have any friends or hobbies, I just studied hard, did well, and spent my free time with my family. I never questioned the world or rebelled against it; I never had any great desires to be something I wasn't. 

But in early 2016, when I was around 19 years old, the world changed for me suddenly and in a big way. 

The world changed for me with the birth of a baby. 

In 2014, my mother told me that she was pregnant and that she had decided on a name for the baby. "I've decided to call her Marsey-chan," she said. I didn't understand what she meant by this, though, but I didn't question it or ask for a better explanation. 

My mother went into labor in the summer of 2016, and I remember going with her to the hospital. There, I held my sister, Marsey-chan, in my arms for the first time, and I loved her immediately. She was so cute and tiny and perfect. Her eyes were as big and round as saucers, and her mouth made a little O shape every time she scrunched up her face. She could barely even speak, but she would still call out to me for milk and attention.

I stayed up nights with Marsey-chan, bottle-feeding her, changing her diapers, and rocking her to sleep. I watched her grow and change like a little plant, the way babies grow. I watched her start to crawl, then stand, then take her first steps. She was mine, my Marsey-chan, and I loved her more than anything.

As my sister grew up, I had to start thinking about my career. I didn't know what I wanted to do or where I wanted to go, so I decided to stay at the hospital with my sister. The hospital had a lot of jobs for me, and I enjoyed helping out around the place. I worked as a nurse's aide for a while, then as a janitor. I had access to a lot of drugs, and I often took them, especially opioids. I enjoyed the way they made me feel. 

When I was in my early 20s, I decided to leave the hospital and get a job in the outside world. I wanted to see what it was like to be a normal person. I found a job at

I am a 18 yo guy from India I was having a good time with my buddies until one day my mum told me that my father is going to marry another woman. I was so shocked and depressed that I didn't talk to anyone for a week. I stopped talking to my entire family and only ate food once or twice a week. I felt like I was going to die. My father would always make fun of me for being a loser and a loser. I was an unattractive, short 4'11" 90 pounds loser with curly hair, dark brown eyes, and a big nose that looked like the nose of a giant pig. I felt like one of the poorest people in the world. I tried to talk to that woman one day and I was very confused and depressed. I couldn't understand what was going on. I didn't know what was happening to me. I was wondering why my father would do this. What was going on? How could my life be so horrible? I started to wonder if I deserved this. I was the biggest loser. I didn't talk to her. Instead I went to sleep and woke up the next day after my bed was a total mess. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I went to school with my mom and found out she was still with that guy and he was still dating that girl. I told her about it and she said that's OK. I told my mom that I wanted to kill myself and to die in a car crash. She told me to get out of it. I told her I will kill myself. She got mad. She called me an idiot and a pussy. She told me, "You don't have to do that. Your life is going to be OK. You're going to make your parents proud." I told her I am not going to listen to you. She got mad and called the police. I told them my life is going to end but they didn't believe me. The police and my mom were arguing and my mom was angry and she told me to get out. I went to the police station and they told me that I can stay at their house but I have to register my name as my dad's. I said, "That's not my dad." They said, "You have to stay here until you have a place to live." I said, "OK." They gave me a room to stay in but I told them I have no money. They told me if my mom didn