Every time I get electrolysis, I’m reminded how vital it is to keep fighting for trans kids so they can get the care and medicine they need, so they don’t have to wade through years of dysphoria and then pay thousands to undo the consequences of puberty they didn’t want.
Right? I’m glad I’m trans, but I wonder how much less trauma I’d have to carry if I could have had a life, a home, that let me live as myself through those critical times
I am so sorry you know that hurt, too. I have been grieving exactly that, recognizing the ways I was trying to come out, to tell the people who were supposed to care what I faced, and it felt like they would accept any answer other than transness, any answer other than listening.
I want to flip a table every time some bigot or moderate with an op-ed column tries to get snide about how trans medicine is life saving care.
I would not still be alive without it, and I know I’m not the only person that’s true for.
