Recently, I decided to stop going to a trans group I've been going to for about a year. When I started going to the group, I was in a manual wheelchair, and the members of the group were seemingly glad to accept me. Ya see, I had just emerged from a two year+ stay at a hospital for complications from AIDS. I had developed avascular necrosis. Anywho, after two surgeries I decided that since I live in San Francisco and am no longer in hospital, I should join a transgender group. Let me say here, I only began my transition October 21, 2014. So when I first went to this transgender group, I found I was a newbie in a group where a lot of the women and men had transitioned years ago. I was awestruck. Coming to San Francisco, California after spending 40 years in Houston, Texas I couldn't believe the freedom I was experiencing-- finally, I felt, I could be myself. OH how wrong was I. This group I was so enamored with was really a flock of catty transwomen. Most of them from San Francisco or Oakland. I felt like an outcast. Then recently when I broke my femur, none of them visited me in hospital or wish me better health on facebook. Then, after I went to the ER twice after my seven day stint to repair my leg in hospital and had posted my problems on fb, no one sent me a get well post. I had spent months in this group hoping I could relate to anyone there. No one, it seemed, wanted to have a wheelchair transwoman as a friend. And this came on the heels of the facilitator of the group wanting the group to be more inclusive. Oh, well. I guess I must find more caring friends. It's just really hard for me to understand why this group of transgender people would discard one of the own simply because she's in a wheelchair. It hurts. I had use of my legs for over 40 years. And I went thru hell to get to where I am now. Yet I am dreadfully alone.
