Quote from: Padma on March 09, 2012, 01:38:22 PM
I got measured for a bra in Marks & Spencers, and thoughtlessly insulted twice in the process. It was more funny than painful, though: I'd already blown my trauma fuses just walking in there and saying "This is embarrassing, but I'm going through a gender transition and need some advice on bra sizes, please." The woman at the counter turned to her colleague and said "Can you help this gentleman?"
- and then they took me to a gents' changing room to fit me
. I'm going to write a letter explaining why this is less than appropriate, in the hope that they get provided with some needed training. I don't read malice in this on their part, just thoughtlessness (it's the price I pay for preferring trousers). Oh, and I got some good advice and a bra out of the experience
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Oh gosh Padma that sounds hard. Don't let them hurt you. When they do they don't mean to. You have to believe that whether it's true or not.
What I did today. Huh. I did nothing. That is a fabulous achievement. Yesterday I called the mental health agency and said that my daughter could go to emergency respite care or she could go to jail, but she wasn't staying in my home. It took some doing but I made sure she didn't get arrested and she didn't kill me either. Then I got trashed, as fast as I could. I wanted to give up. I might be getting evicted. She screamed a lot Saturday. They've warned us about that. I told her that I won't sleep outside for her, that if she gets us homeless then she's on her own, but I didn't mean it. I was just scared.
I'm not much less scared now, honestly. Nobody likes us, nobody wants us, and we have no safety net. Those parameters are open to a bit of interpretation but have always been in place. I don't know why they bother me more now than they used to. So what I've done today was I kept a handle on myself. I am a superhero.