scrolling through my facebook timeline, i came across this article; appropriately titled: “someone tell me that i’ll live”
a beautiful bit of starkly honest writing that sent shivers down my spine, gave me goosebumps and brought me to the brink of tears.
we who are raising our transgender children have a host of ‘right now’ issues with which we must contend. getting blood labs to ensure that we get the puberty blockers on time, before the hormones which would further betray our child take hold in their bodies….starting the cross hormones at the perfect time so that they can experience puberty as the person they truly are….advocating for them with schools and at other social gatherings…educating where we can so that others will begin to experience the requisite compassion.
but none of this ensures their safety. when our children become young adults and venture out into the great, big scary world, it is out of our hands.
certainly, at some point before she is older, i will have to help my daughter to understand the dangers. perhaps get her some judo classes…as she is autistic, she often misses nuances in behaviours of others that might warn her ahead of time when someone isn’t receiving her well.
this article was amazing in its ability to bring to mind the realities of our far less than perfect society, and the consequences to our transgender daughters, mothers, sisters and friends.