I'm white, American, able-bodied, and rather young. I come from a middle- to upper-middle-class background. Both my parents have PhD's and work in well-respected professions. My parents never divorced. I have had access to the best culture and education available. I have never lacked for anything essential, even if I've gone through a few rough patches financially, including recently -- I have a huge support system to fall back on.
Oh, yeah, I'm trans.
And even regarding that, I have wonderful support from my friends and family, access to medical care and therapy, and I live in one of the better communities for trans acceptance in America. My features are such that passing isn't exactly easy, but probably better than average; on my very best days I think people see me as beautiful.
Still, it has been really tough being trans. But the one thing it taught me beyond anything else is that you never know how tough someone else has it. For decades, I hid my struggle with my gender from everyone I could. It scared me to death, and screwed up a lot of things in my life. But nearly nobody knew about it. So how can I think to judge what enyone else is going through, when I know from my own life how much a person can hide?
I was born 31 years ago, in a year in which somewhere close to 100 million other people were born. Considering the fate of most of those 100 million, I think I lucked out. As Ani DiFranco put it, "On the social totem pole, I'm preciously close to the top." And if you're posting here, the chances are fairly good that you are too. But that doesn't mean you've had it easy.