That is wholly and truly why I want to make videos, for kids like you.
I was too afraid to start going by my true name and pronouns in high school, but part of me wishes I had gotten that head start. High schoolers are awful, but true friends will never judge you harshly.
I want to encourage bravery in other people, even if I haven’t completely found it in myself. You are strong. It’s the hardest thing in the world to hide your true self. Whether you decide to let him out, or wait to do it until later for your safety and happiness, I support you!
I wish you all the luck in the world for your future. :)
Transitioning is not a form of activism.
It is an act of survival.
So. I came out today. I think this status that my mother posted sums up the entire day.
I’m destroyed. I’m done.
Today was actually pretty wonderful.
My twin, a student in my teacher friend Henry’s ASL class, have become really close really fast since learning that we’re both trans. We’re not related in this life, but I’ll be damned if we weren’t actually twins in a previous life. The similarities between us are… frightening at times.
Well today was silent dinner at the mall (we go there and we’re supposed to only speak ASL, but it’s kind of lax towards the end) so me him, Henry, and some other friends were hanging out by the bathroom. Me and Kadyn (my twin) were hanging outside the men’s restroom and he just kinda mumbled about how he really wish he had a binder.
And I was showing him mine like “Oh yeah, I’ve got a full front compression underworks binder! It’s awesome.” and he was freaking out “Oh my god it’s amazing blah blah blah!!”
And later I was like, “You know what, why don’t you try it on?”
And he just look dead shocked like he had just won a million dollars. “For real? Right now?”
And I was like “Yeah man, let’s go switch out!”
So we go into the mens restroom and I go into a stall and take it off and hand it to him, put my shirt and jacket back on, and tell him to come out of the bathroom when he has it on.
And a minute later he runs out with this giant smile on his face and he is completely flat. Everyone else is like oohing and awhhhing. He says “I feel like I pass 100% now, oh my god…”
Me and him kinda go back to the entrance of the men’s restroom and he just gives me this big hug and I can feel him start crying. I know exactly how he felt. It just reminded me of the day it finally came in the mail and I was sitting in my room bawling tears of joy.
I told him if he needs to borrow it any time, just text me and come over. If I’m just lazing at home that day, he can borrow it and I’ll just use the old girdle I used to bind with.
It felt amazing, having that connection to my brother. I knew exactly how he felt in every way.
Then, when I came home and got on facebook…
This is just a memory that I’m going to cherish for a long time. How special is it to be a part of that… someone’s tumors disappearing before their very eyes? Is there anything more amazing than seeing someone be comfortable in their own skin for the very first time?
What are the odds that we would find each other in this town? I am so honored to have such an amazing brother…