Oh good heavens.
I brought this upon myself really, and I shouldn't even bother to respond. But since I said in the post she's responding to that I think people need to be specific and not vague, here we go:
her, calling me out for agreeing with Lisa that she's behaved like a jerk toward trans women:
Cis privilege? Whatever. To me you just look like another bunch of rich girls who never had anything that urgent to live through, who had the luxury of identity problems while people like me were trying to stay alive in whatever way we could. Sob story? Whatever. Thats where I come from, its just the way it was, I can keep it hidden but I cant change it. I was never comfortable as me, either, but I didnt have luxury time to sit around whining about it, there were bigger more immediate issues to deal with.
me:
First of all, I was abused as a child TOO. Only in my case nothing was ever done because guess what? it was called "treatment." Not just by mommy and daddy, but by the doctors and the school and the community. I had nowhere to go. So don't you say I'm a sparkly kid who doesn't know pain.
Have YOU spent years of your life in and out of emergency surgery and full body casts, V? Did you have months in your life where you never saw the sun except out a window?
When you finally got outside, probably in an ambulance, did you cry just from how beautiful the sky is? Have you listened to people you can't refuse and can't stop tell you they're going to hollow out your leg bones and fill it with whatever they want, and had to figure out how to stop them?
Do you have broken fucking pieces of steel embedded in both your legs that will be there until the day you die? When you have flashbacks, does everything smell like a hospital?
Were you ever in a situation where you had to sign the consent form or, most likely, die?
Do people ask you when you're lost whether you can make it to the store by yourself? Do they point out that you have a limp as if you never noticed? Did people ask you what was wrong with you all your life and expect you to answer and not feel uncomfortable? Do little children stare at your scars?
Do people tell you in random lines that Jesus will heal you and to pray for a miracle? When you describe the whole ordeal above, do they ascribe your recovery to their God and refuse any input from you about what actually happened to you?
No? Then SHUT THE FUCK UP. I have always admitted I have class privilege (and cissexual privilege, too.) How about you admit that you're not trans, that you don't have a disability, that you aren't the worst-violated person there ever was in the world?
her, calling me out for agreeing with Lisa that she's behaved like a jerk toward trans women:
Cis privilege? Whatever. To me you just look like another bunch of rich girls who never had anything that urgent to live through, who had the luxury of identity problems while people like me were trying to stay alive in whatever way we could. Sob story? Whatever. Thats where I come from, its just the way it was, I can keep it hidden but I cant change it. I was never comfortable as me, either, but I didnt have luxury time to sit around whining about it, there were bigger more immediate issues to deal with.
me:
First of all, I was abused as a child TOO. Only in my case nothing was ever done because guess what? it was called "treatment." Not just by mommy and daddy, but by the doctors and the school and the community. I had nowhere to go. So don't you say I'm a sparkly kid who doesn't know pain.
Have YOU spent years of your life in and out of emergency surgery and full body casts, V? Did you have months in your life where you never saw the sun except out a window?
When you finally got outside, probably in an ambulance, did you cry just from how beautiful the sky is? Have you listened to people you can't refuse and can't stop tell you they're going to hollow out your leg bones and fill it with whatever they want, and had to figure out how to stop them?
Do you have broken fucking pieces of steel embedded in both your legs that will be there until the day you die? When you have flashbacks, does everything smell like a hospital?
Were you ever in a situation where you had to sign the consent form or, most likely, die?
Do people ask you when you're lost whether you can make it to the store by yourself? Do they point out that you have a limp as if you never noticed? Did people ask you what was wrong with you all your life and expect you to answer and not feel uncomfortable? Do little children stare at your scars?
Do people tell you in random lines that Jesus will heal you and to pray for a miracle? When you describe the whole ordeal above, do they ascribe your recovery to their God and refuse any input from you about what actually happened to you?
No? Then SHUT THE FUCK UP. I have always admitted I have class privilege (and cissexual privilege, too.) How about you admit that you're not trans, that you don't have a disability, that you aren't the worst-violated person there ever was in the world?