One thing I've unfortunately never really related to (and perhaps it's just me) is when transsexuals refer to themselves as "special" or "blessed" BECAUSE they are transsexuals. While gays have "gay pride," some will, on occassion, say that they wouldn't wish being gay on their worst enemies. I guess, given society's inclination to look down on minorities -- to be bigotted -- logically, it just seems a heck of a lot easier to be "average." I could have saved myself a lot of money and tears. I know what some will say -- Yes, I TOO had plenty of tears throughout my life because of gender dysphoria and, for me, it was "transition or die." Unfortunately, I definitely underestimated the grief and suicidal thoughts I'd encounter in the process of transitioning (I'm post op as of 1999). "Treating" transsexualism as a "mental disorder," necessary to get the SRS permission letter, added extra grief to the transition process for me and certainly didn't make me feel "blessed." The transition process, with everyone around me at work AWARE that I was transitioning, made me feel like damaged goods. Bigotry is a cruel thing to endure. I'd have done better to just move away and start a new life. Afer my operations, a psychologist encouraged me to say aloud, like a mantre, "I'm proud of being a transsexual." I couldn't help but think of the joke about the paranoid person's lament: "If everyone hated you, you'd be paranoid, too."
I realize that highly intelligent people are, by definition, special and blessed. But we're, at times, our own worst enemies. Are we intelligent like Einstein who succeeded while alive, or are we "special" like Vincent van Gogh, someone who was obviously gifted but led a difficult life. I still can't understand how someone so brilliant only sold one painting in his whole life. How can the beauty of his paintings not be self-evident to all?
In that manner, I feel "special," yes, but definitely not "blessed." I'd be grateful if you could help me change my mind about this. I know I have certain capacities, like seeing from both sides of the gender spectrum, that most people do not have. I know I'm more creative than most people. But, modestly, my intelligence can be the most stupid side of me. I don't have the internal fortitude, like many in this room, to say "the hell with everyone else." My weakness -- and I don't think I'm alone in this -- is the common human desire to be accepted and, yes, loved.
Teri Anne