Mummy when you talk about me, use she.
This radio documentary from the Australian broadcasting corporation gives me hope, trans kids living there lives, every trans person I know, who knew at childhood, suffered years of silence, of fear, knowing they couldn’t speak their truth, I suffered that, and now I think god, there are people out there who wont suffer like that, there are children who will grow up without those 20 lost years. It makes me want to cry.
The title of the post, is from the documentary, and struck me because I at 25 have finally got to the point where I asked my parents, to use male pronouns for me, I mean they knew I was on T, they gave me the injections but I couldn’t bring myself to say, my reality is important, and I need to you work around it, rather than me working around you.
i got around to asking my parents to avoid applying gendered pronouns to me pretty recently— and i’m 23 years old. i’ve known since i was a child that i’m not female and i’m not male, but it’s taken me this long to ask my parents to respect my reality.