Well, my teachers were jerks. I grew up in the 60's as well as Tranzman. I still have a hard time thinking about all of the conversations I had with them as a young transgendered child. Wearing my older's brothers jock strap under my shorts and pants, and holding it up with a ton of my mother's safety pins. I just don't get how all of the signals were missed or rather ignored. I just remember the beatings at home. The hate. The abuse. The fear instilled in my heart and soul.
Sometimes it is best left unsaid. The future is here and now. I sure hope and pray that trans-kids never have to endure what I did. If there is a Hell, I sure was in it.
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