Hello ladies and gentlemen.
I am Winter, the subject of this article. Please feel free to call me Winwin as that is my nickname. A friend told me about this discussion and asked if I'd like to address it, so here I am! Nice to meet you all.
I have been so hesitant to share my violent experiences with people because of things like skepticism and criticism. In regards to this story, I requested that David leave details out. My family is so very private and I do my best to respect that. They've seen what I've been through and they haven't gotten the kindest reception at times due to supporting my transition. I can't blame them for wanting privacy. That is the biggest reason I have been relatively quiet about the violence I have experienced, my respect for my family.
On the subject of disbelief, I can completely understand skepticism. Hell, I didn't even believe my own nightmares to be memories until a doctor pointed things out to me years later. I didn't want to believe it. To this day, the memories feel like a badly animated first person perspective slideshow in my head, foggy, dark, and somewhat disconnected. I don't know how else to describe it. Sometimes, it is so vivid though. Anyway, I am getting sidetracked.
To address some other details, yes, I've been through multiple violent crimes - not all of which were hate related, but most of which were. I was in a strange place mentally for some time (what can you expect after going through something like that after all) - I allowed myself to fall into some unhealthy patterns. For example, I disregarded my own safety at times and made bad choices. Similarly, I entered several abusive relationships in a classic cycle because in some ways I felt 'normal' when violence came my way. I think I was punishing myself as well. Sometimes, I still find myself trying to punish myself mentally by denying myself a happy moment - something I have to make a conscious effort to control. I largely blame myself for many things that happened to me. All the same, I didn't ask for hate-driven violence to happen to me. I certainly didn't make it difficult for them in some of the situations, sure, but nobody deserves that. I should have been more careful and I should have respected myself more. That lesson is learned the hard way sometimes. I don't think I really learned it until I married my husband. He has been a tremendous source of healing in my life and I couldn't be more grateful. ANYHOW, I'm starting to ramble - my apologies.
Anyway, it comes down to this:
People will think what they will. I can't blame you if you don't believe me - but I am most certainly telling the truth. More importantly, whether or not you believe me, is that you get the message: we cannot let fear control us. And for those of us who have been through terrible things, take it from me - you CAN recover and things can be good again.
Much love to you all. I hope you're well.
Hearts,
Winter
PS - Again, it is wonderful to meet you all. My email is attached to my account here if anyone ever needs to talk or wishes to discuss other trans matters. Have a wonderful holiday!