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Transgender Day of Remembrance 2006: Huntington, NY
What A Transsexual Goes Through
by shalimar
What does a transsexual go through that is different from other people? In
many ways it is a lonely life. When I was a child I was caught in the
middle. The boys didn't want to play with me because I was a sissy. The
girls didn't because I was a boy. When I tried to join the other kids I was
attacked, teased or at the best, shunned. Although I was pretty good in
team sports I was still picked last.
For example, when I was about twelve and walking home from school, this boy
came up from behind me and said, "I want to see if you're a boy or a girl,"
and goosed me. I fell down to the ground to protect myself. The physical
pain lasted only a minute or two. The emotional pain lasted a lifetime.
In high school my senior class voted as to who was the best looking.
Although I tried to hide what I was at the time I came in third in the
voting for girls behind two effeminate boys.
Although I knew about the other boy I though back then that I was the only
one like me and no one else had these thought that this boy shell should
have been a girl's. In fact at that age I was sent to psychiatrists because
I was unhappy and uncommunitive. But I couldn't discuss how I felt with
these shrinks even though I went for a long time.
As a teen I occasionally dressed in female clothes, sometimes getting
sexually excited, but the reasoning for me doing it was because I wished
those clothes were normal for me, so the main reason some guy would look at
me would be because I was a pretty girl.
The nation's transsexual laws are varied. At one job I had I was able to
dress properly, but I couldn't use the women's bathroom because they said
it was not for me. They had the "law" on their side at least in Nassau
County. Here, in Suffolk, the law is different, but is threatening to
change.
I have met a few transsexuals recently. Some of them are virtual sisters,
daughters, and nieces. One of my virtual daughters is Baruchah, the
feminine form of blessed in Hebrew. She is not even in the closet. She told
me once she drew a picture of her as an angel. She was a girl in the
picture, but she had one broken bloody wing.
"Take these broken wings and learn to fly
You were only waiting for this moment to arrive."
A few years ago I was talking to a friend about my transition. I told her
that I was calmer now. She told me that I stopped fighting with myself
about being a man or woman.
Another of my virtual daughters just had her surgery. She felt whole for
the first time in her life. She told me that I NEEDED that surgery. I
actually felt jealous.
Nadine
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