Quote from: Michelle_P on September 11, 2018, 08:39:19 PM
There are some very well known early transitioners.
You do mean early in time and not early in life, right?
Certainly in 1970 when I seriously put my foot down with my folks about living as a girl I had heard about Christine Jorgensen and knew that people did change sex but I just didn't see any connection between her life and any of that to mine. As far as I was concerned, I already was a girl. What my parents knew, when they knew and what doctors told them about me other than I was "probably gay" is something I always wondered about. I lost them when I was 25 and wasn't really mature enough or distanced from all of this enough to ask by then.
I do know when I had my big talk with my folks, they said they didn't want to bring it up it before for "fear of putting ideas in my head" and had just been waiting for me to break or things to get bad enough for me to say it first. I've always suspected they were coached to do this but that's another thing I'll never know for sure. I won't say this talk was a "coming out" as I couldn't have been more out but it was more of coming to a mutual understanding but once my cards were on the table, I got pissed at them.
This "we were waiting for you to say it first" and "we've always known" business really irritated me and I felt a little betrayed. They'd been talking about the "it's okay if you're gay" thing from the time I was 12 but not this because I'm sure they were dreading how that conversation might have gone. Not that it would have made any difference, I still couldn't have done anything more than I did sooner. I reminded my mother I had constantly tried to tell her and my biological dad this when I was 5 or 6 and about the last time I said anything and was backhanded across the mouth hard enough to be knocked to the ground. She remembered and it made her cry. Thankfully, they split up right after that but the lesson was learned. It took me another ten years to say it again but by then, it was more than obvious.
Maybe I wasn't the brightest fifteen year old but my situation seemed so completely different from Christine Jorgensen's because I was just a kid that had never had a moment of normalcy and besides that, who had ever heard of kids changing sex anyway? I never thought of myself as one of "those people". On top of that, George, before becoming Christine, was a man that had been in the army and both of those things were things I knew I would never be or do so I just couldn't relate any of that to my life at all. I was already living full time as a girl when I read Jan Morris' 1974 book
Conundrum and while I found it interesting, again, it didn't have a whole heck of a lot to do with my life experience.
I don't remember the exact timing but in 1977, the year I had SRS, Renée Richards was still making all the headlines and by then, I had been living "full time" in stealth for four years, on HRT for five years and thought the whole debacle was pretty cringy. That was kind of a life lesson because my own limited experience with school bullies hadn't prepared me for what the public really thought about transsexuals and how much hate there was but once again, my life had been nothing like that even though with Richards being the biggest generator of sensationalistic media since Jorgensen, my mother took great interest in her story as in most cases, this was when trans people first began to be talked about seriously in the mainstream and not just as comedic fodder or sick degenerate perverts. Funny how so much has changed in the 40+ years since then but really hasn't. All this did for me was drive me further into the woodwork. I wanted no part of this circus. (now who's the coward??)
QuoteSome of us didn't have access to these things, and were in a position as minors to have others in control of our medical care. I realize there is a popular meme to tag some late transitioners with a bit of an onus for 'waiting so long'.
I've tried to imagine how differently things might have gone for me if I didn't have the intuitive parents and supportive environment I had and I simply can't. I wouldn't have survived. Trying to bridge the gap and make nice from the perspective of someone whose very life and future was contingent on dealing with this trans crap, when things are that fundamental, crucial and vital to your existence, it's hard to imagine how anybody that felt the same way, that they were really a girl,
could "wait so long". I've made great strides in trying to understand this and things I've read here have helped tremendously but like Jorgensen, Morris, Richards, et al, it's just kind of hard to relate.
QuoteI waited a long time, out of sheer terror. See, the thing about conversion therapy is that it sort of works. A successfully treated patient will do or say almost anything to avoid being shoved in 'remedial treatment' (involuntary committment, prefrontal lobotomy for improved compliance, electroconvulsive and aversion therapy). Even as an adult I had a terrible fear that I would be caught again and given the promised remedial treatment.
Yeah, even as a 10 year old when my folks first put me in "therapy" in 1965, I was aware of the danger of how the mentally ill were treated and was scared to death that if I did say what I knew to doctors, they'd take me away from my parents, lock me up and perform these medieval remediations so I got pretty good at stonewalling but geez, all you had to do was look at me to know. That's why it took me seven more years and being at the precipice of suicide before I would open up to a doctor even though it had been years since my parents had known and understood what was going on for me.
How I avoided the uglier side of all this is something I still don't know? My folks were more interested in helping me deal with how the outside world treated me and the problems I had in school after school rather than trying to change me which they knew was impossible anyway. Although I wasn't raised with religion, I probably haven't given enough credit to my step-dad for seeing I wasn't further harmed emotionally by all these "helpful" doctors. He was a former Lutheran pastor and practicing clinical psychologist who didn't really understand the trans thing at all either but recognized there was really nothing wrong with me and didn't want to see me even more screwed up than I already was.
None of my experiences with the medical profession were particularly pleasant but there is really only one I can think of that was downright horrible that happened in the 8th grade at the local university. Fifty years later and I still can't drive by ASU without thinking about that terrible day or remember the sweltering drive home crawled up in the back seat of my parent's car and crying probably harder than I ever had. I was pretty shook and refused to talk to any more doctors until after I was assaulted when I was 15 and I only did it then to make my parents happy as nearly being killed was a much bigger deal to them than it was to me. I was used to being abused and bullied but just not quite that badly but it was just another day. I went maybe half a dozen times but thought it was all pointless and stupid.
QuoteFeel free to call me a coward, or one of the other lovely terms I have heard used to describe we old transitioners.
Hang on now, remember where we are. Were you expecting me to call you names? You seem as sensitive about this as some of us young transitioners are when we're seen as spoiled and privileged, that we have things easy and handed to us on a silver platter, that we don't understand how difficult transition is for older folks or when we're put on a pedestal and idolized or fetishized as some kind of gold standard of transness. It works both ways you know? I don't know who started all this nonsense but we're seriously outnumbered so I'll play nice as long as others do and I've been working on trying to improve my understanding of your lives and hoping to maybe give insight into ours. I apologize if you've been treated poorly.
Your experiences are just so foreign to us it is hard to comprehend. As it seems I'm likely one of the oldest teen transitioning trans youth that people may come across, I should work harder to set an example but when your gang starts calling out my gang and it becomes us vs. them, it's hard not to be a little defensive and I know which side of the line drawn in the sand I stand and I don't like being put in this position. Your comments seem like you were being a little bit defensive as an offensive strategy but there's really no need? Stay off ->-bleeped-<- and Tumblr and away from rude punkass transkids and maybe you won't have to see these memes or hear this kind of thing? I've done my best to avoid getting involved these conversations and apologize if my comments making a point were hurtful. They were not intended to be or to be taken personally. One of my closest confidantes and best email friends is a late transitioning woman I met from here.
Quote...now here I am, an old cowardly woman finishing up her transition.
Cowardly? I would have never had the strength and fortitude to do something so unimaginable. I don't even know how people can find it within themselves do this but it certainly doesn't seem to me to be something lacking in courage.
Sorry for writing another novel length wall of text. At least I used a lot of paragraphs.