This one made me cry, but still, it is so sweet...

Be nice if society would see us as people.

Good watch.

Very nice, it gave me some tears too.

I liked that. Thanks for posting.

That was so cute. Damn estrogen for making me cry...

I loved the part where Mom asks whether boys can wear pink and why can't he just be a boy wearing pink and sparkles. Daughter answers, but I'm a girl.

A great reply to all the well-meaning but clueless cisgender people who are fighting for a world that is more tolerant of gender variance because then we wouldn't need to transition.

I loved it, thanks for the share!

so sweet.

this might have to do with some gender blindness or overly open mindedness, but i have really big troubles understanding why so many mothers mourn the loss of their boy, when their daughter is still the same person. when my daughter told me she was a boy, he was suddenly my son for a few weeks. but still the same child that i adore. that was just a phase though, and ended when the girl started missing her pretty dresses and skirts and decided those were more important than being on equal terms with the boys in her kindergarten. i wouldn't mind if one of my younger siblings suddenly changed sex either, they'd still be as cute as ever.

Quote from: suzifrommd on August 19, 2014, 04:27:55 PM
I loved the part where Mom asks whether boys can wear pink and why can't he just be a boy wearing pink and sparkles. Daughter answers, but I'm a girl.

A great reply to all the well-meaning but clueless cisgender people who are fighting for a world that is more tolerant of gender variance because then we wouldn't need to transition.

The production is so emotive, the recitation of Ave Maria in the background from when the girl tells her mother that she is a girl, tirelessly repeated until mom "let the boy go" hung like a dark shadow... The little girl at three telling her mother to send her back... I was four when I first had that thought.
This was so very moving for me:
Mom: Who gets to decide if you are a boy or a girl?
Rainbow: ME!
I was misty up until that point, but that is where tentative lachrymosity gave way to a deluge of tears.

I love this. I watched. I cried.

I wish I had the guts to tell this to my parents when I was little, and I wish they'd be as open and accepting as this mom.

Yes, tears this side as well.   And then I found myself looking at it from the mother's point of view.

The thing that I found extremely poignant was when the mother talked about looking at photos of her then baby boy, now disappeared.  And it got me thinking about our families, and how much effort they need to make in order that they can revisualise us when we transition. 

For the family members who reject us, we can go to great lengths to try educate them and bring them round to at least understanding, if not necessarily accepting our choice.

And for those family members who give us unconditional love and support, sometimes I think we (I) can forget that what has happened is that they have found themselves dragged into an involuntary journey, where we impose on them our times, needs, and destinations.  And they too are having to work through complex issues while presenting a smiling face and using pronouns they might not feel comfortable with.   

I have been lucky to receive this love, but I tend to forget that my family has watched with a little sadness as their son/brother has disappeared, to be replaced by someone who is mostly the same, but not quite, and different in some fundamental ways.  I need to thank them for making the effort, for being there for me despite their natural and understandable disappointment, misgivings and real concerns for my future.

Julia

This was stupendous.  Marvelous.  Profound...

I can't say much here for "analysis," because I have been touched so much emotionally by this.

I cried several times while watching this.  I couldn't help it.  These hormones are SO powerful, and now I have learned to FEEL and sometimes I FEEL and it is outside my control.

That is all.

Johanna, 9 weeks into HRT, with small breasts, beautiful new brown hair that is growing, and a euphoric happiness about my life.

Oh Ellie,

I told my grand daughter a couple of years ago that some girls were born with a penis and that I was one of those girls.  She hugged and kissed me, nothing more was said.  She was right, so was I. 

Thank you for this, be sure to post it on facebook too, so I can steal it.

I love you gf,

j

I watched, I cried, and I watched again. Over and over. This brought back such good memories, and sad ones, of my early childhood with my biological Mom on the reservation. Especially the part about putting me back and fixing my deformities. I cried and cried both tears of sadness, and joy. Much thanks to the OP for posting!

Ali

I love this post.  I'd seen the video somewhere before.  It misted me up both times, and I'm not even on hrt yet!  I wish I had had the courage to tell my mom when she asked as a kid if I felt like I was a girl in a boy's body, but I didn't have the courage and masked it and utterly denied it.  I just wonder what my parents would've done it I had the courage and answered yes, I am a girl.

"He wanted me to put him back. He begged me to put him back. To fix this mistake."

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