Despite how a lady at the bookstore “struggled with” my pronouns and bounced off “he” several times before settling on “they” cause apparently she couldn’t bring herself to say “she.”
Shit’s hard out there.
Despite how a lady at the bookstore “struggled with” my pronouns and bounced off “he” several times before settling on “they” cause apparently she couldn’t bring herself to say “she.”
Shit’s hard out there.
Sorry for the delay, I want to come back to this and I am feeling myself becoming perfectionistic about my response (leading me to not respond at all), but in short I think you’re right. You have captured the essence of the problem, I think: I have had to justify my transition, and all that pressure has created a certain way of thinking about transition that then becomes normative and gets externalized or projected onto others.
There are only a few corrections I would make, e.g. I didn’t mean to imply the “I’m a fucking bad ass and can endure” mindset, but something adjacent to it, more that making sacrifices for the people in your life is a virtuous thing. It’s more about being pro-social than about being macho, if that makes sense. But I think that perspective of mine still misses the point you make, which is that it’s not the kind of moral sacrifice the Mennonite engages in, you are not doing it for your partner, but for yourself because you value your partner. This is just not the same.
This was really helpful framing, thank you for your insights. I still haven’t reconciled my internal cognitive dissonance (i.e. a part of me still thinks there is a way to justify transition as being normative), but either way it is clear to me that this is complicated and the attempt to “help” can create a lot of harm.
I think this is related a bit to the egg prime directive and the culture formed around not telling someone they are actually a trans person in denial. On the one hand if a person is trans and in denial there is a lot of potential harm from that denial and there is a sense of urgency to helping the person past that denial so they can avoid the harm. On the other hand, no one can make those decisions or force that awareness on the person who may or may not actually be trans, even when it seems clear.
Being forced to justify not transitioning is a kind of gender policing, even if a kind of policing in the opposite direction as the dominant ideology (which tells you not to be trans and not to transition).
While there might be a need for some way to help people overcome the social situation preventing them from realizing they are trans and keeping them from transitioning, it’s clear to me those methods shouldn’t be coercive, like the way you mention feeling stress-tested about your decisions around transition.
I have a lot to think through, but I am genuinely challenged by your perspective and this has been so extremely valuable to me - I cannot thank you enough.
I am glad to have been of help!
With the trans community being under so much pressure from outside it really has negative impacts inside the community crushing down the narratives into only the most defensible to cis people. We repeat them so often it’s likely we’ll internalize that framework and that’s not great for us I think. We defend things so often in terms of nessesity and harm prevention and medicalization of the trans experience that trans joy and the nature of creatures to chase the conditions they instinctually know are the most conducive to happiness get lost.
If the cis folk understood the first thing about being trans, really understood, they wouldn’t try and stop us from doing what we want. It’s only because they get the ick about body modifications that we are forced to be beggars and question ourselves if we are adequately poorly off enough for rescue by a system that really only cares about survival, not quality of life. We shouldn’t have to be dying to be worth care or the grace to be ourselves. We don’t have to follow any specific playbook or treatment plan. We are not sick. It’s hard to resist but don’t let them get in your head and make you start looking at yourself as a paitent and not a deserving seeker of comfort and joy. You don’t need to find joy perfect and whole to make it worthy of the risk or the cost.