Saturday, July 9, 2016
The Happiest Girls in the World
I've attended a trans support group off and on. It's a nice group, full of good people, though I'm too shy to really reach out and make friends there.
If I went back now, none of them would remember me, would they? Because, yeah, like Amy in the caption, as a ciswoman, I never had any reason to attend my support group. And if I tried to tell them my story, I'd have the same experience Amy had. People would just think I was there to mock them. Or maybe they'd think I was crazy. Either way, it wouldn't end well.
Actually, it would be even worse for me than it was for Amy, because I can't even explain to people how I turned into a woman. I don't even understand it myself.
I love love love that I'm 100% woman now. But I do miss the camaraderie, the solidarity, that I used to have with my fellow trans people.
Growing up trans can leave deep scars in your psyche. My psychic scars didn't go away when I woke up as a woman; I'm still carrying around a tons of baggage. Used to be I could unload some of that baggage by talking about it with other trans people, or with my cis allies. But what do I do with it all now?