I'm very lucky as a trans* person.

I'm fortunate.

Unlike some of my trans* friends, I have not been harassed for being trans* (at least to my face/knowledge). I usually don't feel so dysphoric that it leads to self harm or a suicide attempt. None of my parents have outright refused to accept me as a man, and people around school have been referring me as a guy without my prodding. And I have been very open about being trans*, and too a lesser extent being queer. I have a strong network of people who support me and helped with the rocky parts of my transition (it's never smooth). I'm at an age where I can easily pass as a baby-face boy, and in the occasions I don't pass I'm believed when I say that I am a guy. The people I hang out with all respect who I am and don't hesitate to call me a man (like other people who knew me as a girl). Even my step-dad (who usually refers to me using neutral terms) is accepting me as a guy. I'm so freaking lucky and fortunate for all these things, especially my support network who help and accept me no matter what. I know people who don't have my fortune and I'm really lucky. I appreciate every bit of the acceptance I've got, and I can't be happier that I have such awesome, understanding friends if something bad does happen.
October 10th, 2012 at 04:44am