My name is Jahangir. I am from Namangan. All my life, as I remember myself, I feel that I live in someone else's body. I feel like a woman. The first time, when I was 17, I was caught by law enforcement officers with a man in his rented apartment. After that, all my family and friends found out about me. The police even released me then because I was a minor, but they spread everywhere that I was gay, dressed as a woman and slept with adult men. And they put me on the register as a criminal, and every month I was obliged to come to the station and note what I do where I go. After that, I constantly heard insulting words from my parents and relatives, sometimes they beat me up. They locked me up in a mental hospital for a while. They thought I was mentally ill. After leaving the hospital, they wanted to marry me, but I still insisted on my own. She told everyone that I could not get married. If I left the house without the permission of my parents or older brother, they immediately called the police and said that I had left with the men. The police found me and beat me up. After I was diagnosed with HIV, the situation worsened. My family hates me even more. Because at the age of 17 the law made them responsible for me, they could not kick me out of the house. A year ago, I collected money from my friends and ran away to Moscow. Once my brother got in touch, but as he saw through the screen that I was completely disguised as a woman and did not look like they had previously abandoned me.