In the interest of getting out everyone's story
I just posted a comment over at q_transphobia (which I highly recommend, by the way) about my own story, which I rarely tell outside of Trans 101 speaking gigs, and it was such a relief to put it out there that I thought it should be posted to my own journal as well. (Do I have to call this a blog now? I'm old school and it's a journal as far as I'm concerned - LiveJournal, you'll notice.)
As always, I feel obligated to put a disclaimer on the front of this. This is my story, not 'the Trans story'. Many Trans people don't have inklings until puberty until later, and many don't come out until they're well into adulthood; many Trans people don't feel 'trapped in the wrong body' (nor did I, actually - specific parts of my body needed adjusting, but I didn't want someone else's body!) and many don't have any major problem with their anatomy at all; there is no one way to be Trans. There are as many ways to be Trans as there are Trans people. If you are questioning your gender in any way and you don't relate to my story at all, that does not mean you're not Trans. Check out transgender, genderqueer, and newtrans - between the three of them, you'll likely find some folks who feel similarly to how you do, no matter what that is. Okay? Okay.
I'm not going to write my whole sordid tale here - it's more a list of facts than anything else. So I shall put it in list form!
All this really is my experience. I have not modified it to appease any gatekeepers or the Trans community or anyone else, and I can't help it if it's pretty textbook in a lot of ways. My story is valid too, and it needs some air. I'm tempted to repeat my disclaimer here, but you can scroll up and reread it if need be. Your narrative is valid, and so is mine, and so is everyone else's.
As always, I feel obligated to put a disclaimer on the front of this. This is my story, not 'the Trans story'. Many Trans people don't have inklings until puberty until later, and many don't come out until they're well into adulthood; many Trans people don't feel 'trapped in the wrong body' (nor did I, actually - specific parts of my body needed adjusting, but I didn't want someone else's body!) and many don't have any major problem with their anatomy at all; there is no one way to be Trans. There are as many ways to be Trans as there are Trans people. If you are questioning your gender in any way and you don't relate to my story at all, that does not mean you're not Trans. Check out transgender, genderqueer, and newtrans - between the three of them, you'll likely find some folks who feel similarly to how you do, no matter what that is. Okay? Okay.
I'm not going to write my whole sordid tale here - it's more a list of facts than anything else. So I shall put it in list form!
- I've been completely convinced that I was a boy since I was two (yes, I remember being two).
- I have never known a moment's doubt or denial about being a boy.
- I thought that the idea of my being a lesbian was absurd because lesbians are girls, and have never felt the slightest connection to a lesbian identity or the lesbian community.
- I denied my attraction to boys because I thought I had to be straight (and straight meant being attracted only to girls, my anatomy be damned) - not because I thought that I wouldn't be allowed to transition if anyone knew I liked boys, but because I was homophobic and thought that it just wasn't okay for a boy to like other boys.
- I knew I was Transgender the instant I found out it was a word. The definition I came across said that FTM people 'were born female but see themselves as partly to fully masculine'. (I am not interested in debating the pros and cons of defining FTMs that way; that's not what this post is for. Go debate it somewhere else, but be aware that this was over ten years ago, and the leaflet in question has likely been majorly updated or else discontinued altogether - I'm not sure which. It was written by Nancy Nangeroni, a local Trans activist, and she's still active in the community, but I don't know if she's still writing leaflets. You can find her over at http://gendervision.org/ .) The point is that I read it and immediately said 'Oh my god, that's me', and - again - had no doubt whatsoever.
- I was afraid of starting T, and for three years after I came out, I didn't want to go on T. This was because I don't do change well at all, and a couple of other reasons that I don't feel comfortable putting in a public post, unfortunately. Maybe I'll make a locked post right after this one explaining further. I started T because the misery accompanied with bleeding every month - I was sinking into serious depression for one week out of every five - finally outweighed my fear of any other changes, and I became perfectly willing to put up with anything if it meant I'd never bleed again. As it turned out, I quite liked the other changes as well, which came slowly because I deliberately stayed on a low dose so I had plenty of time to adjust. I've been on T for over 8 years now and still shave every two days rather than daily, although I have a decent shadow by the time 48 hours is up. I could shave every day, but there's little enough hair after just 24 hours that I worry about irritating my skin, so I let it go a little longer.
- I identify as queer, of course, and not straight at all. Additionally, I like being Trans and wouldn't trade it; if I weren't Trans, I wouldn't be the same person. I have no desire to magically go back in time and be born male, nor to wake up tomorrow in a factory-standard male body even if I retained my past and my current sense of self. I would, however, like to have a magic hysto so I could be rid of those organs without having to go through surgery, but you can't have everything in life. This is just to throw a bit of a monkey wrench in my 'perfect' traditional narrative.
All this really is my experience. I have not modified it to appease any gatekeepers or the Trans community or anyone else, and I can't help it if it's pretty textbook in a lot of ways. My story is valid too, and it needs some air. I'm tempted to repeat my disclaimer here, but you can scroll up and reread it if need be. Your narrative is valid, and so is mine, and so is everyone else's.