Education is a difficult subject to explain to people. What we mean and what they think we mean are two different conversations. Since the science STILL hasn't caught up to us, it's very difficult to discuss real scientific data other than the sheer number of us who are the way we are. Numbers do count as a data point for what it is worth. But then... how many of us are there? It's not like we sign up anywhere. We have some studies that suggest reasons but they are not verified by independent researchers.
More of us have to go public. We have to show "normal people" that we are normal too. We are no threat. They will learn and understand. I just went public on my FB page and I received many positive comments by people I never thought would do so. I talked it over with my therapist before hand. Yes, I see one at the moment for other stuff going on in my life which is getting tidied up quite nicely. She told me that I could take on the cause and that perhaps I should. I'm not planning any flag waving ceremonies but I did get her point. I'm older now. I'm retired early. I don't expect another relationship. Why not? So, is exposure education? Yes. The more of us people see the more they will subdue their phobias.
I suppose that within a generation, perhaps by the end of my life, we will be widely accepted. There will always be bigots for all sorts of causes but by and large, I sincerely hope their numbers shall diminish.
Something else we can do is this: Many of us have tried the suicide route. Some have not. It doesn't matter. We must make personal relationships to others reaching out for help. All of us face an unsteady future when we start transition. It is scary. It is frightening. We have terrible experiences. Carefully reach out to someone you connect with here or somewhere else. Become a friend. Give them a personal caring friend they can turn to when life turns sour.
And if you are scared. If you are frightened. Don't wait to reach out here. This is a caring place.
After all we can do, we will lose someone close to us. It has happened to me far too many times. Carry their memories, for as long as they are remembered, a part of them still lives.
Now... I need to go get a tissue.
Cindi