When I attended my first group session, I was surprised at the variations just across the five people there. The therapist mentioned the annual Trans March that was coming up in San Francisco and nudged us to attend. I did...
That was just mind-blowing. A couple thousand, from pre-teens to geriatric cases in wheelchairs, short, tall, bald, bewigged, beautiful happy folks all playing in the park, then marching through downtown. And suddenly I wasn't alone any more.
Neither are you.