I work at a summer camp. Today, an anonymous 7-year-old wrote me a note that said something to the effect of: "You are very funny, but the thing is you're not really a boy."
I've been working with kids for years. I'm pretty used to them questioning my gender, to the point where I can usually just correct them calmly, crack a joke, and laugh it off. But it usually happens out loud. Having it happen anonymously in writing is different. It's more permanant, and I can't defend myself.
My transition has been going really well since I switched from T cream to injectable T about a month ago, and this note was just really unexpected and disheartening. Especially since it happened towards the end of an already chaotic week at work. It took all my willpower not to just crawl into the bathroom and cry.
Life goes on, but geeze. What a conclusion to an already sucky day.