I was thinking back over some of the serious issues that went by on the path and of all of them, this was perhaps the most grave. Suicide claims the lives of many people each year and it is said that about 40% of transgender people attempt it during their lives. Depression and despair take…… Continue reading Suicide is Painless (not really)
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Depression is a dirty word
Depression is a terrible word in our society, almost as bad as trying to talk about death. It happens mostly to others, unless it happens to be happening to you. In the trans community we’re fond of telling people they really can’t understand. I have news for you, that’s true for lots of divides. Men…… Continue reading Depression is a dirty word
Bringing Understanding
There are many in our lives and our communities who don’t or think they don’t like us. Some of that is based on what their religion preaches, some because of what they see on TV and some based on ignorance and rumor. If someone is convinced of their view, just walk away. It really is…… Continue reading Bringing Understanding
Leaping Tall Obstacles in a Single Bound
No, we aren’t superman or superwoman, but reading this article can give you a sense of how truly difficult the journey is from awareness to the end of physical transition, a place I’m fast approaching. I realized, as I answered the friend who wrote me about the article, that I should write about that journey, that…… Continue reading Leaping Tall Obstacles in a Single Bound
A Real Girl
This is one place I struggled with for years and it was a major roadblock for me. I knew what could and couldn’t be done. I just knew I couldn’t be a real girl because and then I could list some reasons. It almost made me (in my head) like a trans exclusionary radical feminist…… Continue reading A Real Girl
And so it began
My new life started from the raw ashes of the old. Others have described depression as swimming in grey goo, and that’s a pretty apt description. For me depression was like superglue, I’d sit down and not be able to move from that spot, my arms would be locked in place and I’d stare at…… Continue reading And so it began
My Gifted Life 