I did an education session yesterday, for one of the libraries' staff members. It went really well, and I had a surprise part of the way through.
I was telling the story of my transition, and how I lost everything. Someone put their hand up, and I said "Sure, what's your question?"
He said, "Not a question, so much as a comment. As a trans man, who went to the pharmacy this morning to pick up my T, and did so with no issues, I just want to thank you for making it. For getting through all that and being here, talking to us. Because we need trans elders, and as you know, they're all too rare."
Readers, I almost cried right there. This was so touching.
I don't feel special. I'm just a young trans woman who got old. But I am aware of how many of my peers didn't. On occasion, I feel some survivor guilt about that. I think of that diagram of the WW2 bomber with the hit locations. Wonder why I made it back.
Dunno...just a thing that happened. I think his point about the T was about how normalized it's become, and that in some way he feels I'm partly responsible for that.
