Yesterday I was part of a panel at a class of future elementary school teachers. It was a small class – less than a dozen students, all women. The panel consisted of a 30 year-old lesbian, a gay man also about 30, a pre-transition MtF student about 20, and me. We presented our stories and then talked about how to provide a safe and accepting environment in school for people who are different.
It went well. I hadn't done this before and didn't know what to expect. I had thought the class would be larger and found the intimacy of the setting somehow awkward. The students didn't ask a lot of questions, which also made it harder for me. I think it was good to do, but I really don't know how much of a difference it made.
I talked about what it was like to grow up as a boy while certain I was a girl. Two years ago it would have been easier to go in there without clothes and bare my body than it would have been to open my heart like that. And it was still difficult. Also, I think that talking about trying to learn to be a boy bothered me. I don't think about it often – it was a long time ago. Because they were future teachers I didn't talk much about what happened after high school and realized later I should have completed my story to give it some resolution.
I was surprised at how much it affected me. I am chatty and gabby and tell people about myself and my adventures all the time, but in this venue - with a small group of complete strangers – I found it unsettling. Being by far the oldest person in the room didn't help.

I'd do it again, but now I have a little better idea of what to expect. Perhaps I will have built up some calluses before I'm presented with another opportunity.
- Kate