I suppose it’s like socks — for the most part, we put them on and forget about them, and everything is fine, until it isn’t.
Not identifying with your assigned gender is one of the worst feelings I’ve ever suffered. I have never experienced any amount of physical pain which even comes close to the psychic pain. You don’t fit in. You might not even know why. You feel different, but don’t have any words to describe how or why.
For those who have never experienced it, no description will ever suffice. For those who have experienced it, no description is needed.
This week, I'm giving you a few questions which share a common thread - those gender-segregated spaces which have become a lightning rod for legislatures all over the United States!
It’s difficult to gauge the depth of any person’s emotions in comparison with another person, so I don’t think there’s a way to definitively answer this question. But I happen to have a relatively unique experience in that I’ve lived part of my life trying to uphold the lessons I learned about what it means to be a man, and now am living as the woman I have long felt and known myself to be.
First of all, let's get one thing straight. I am a woman. I was born with a penis, my body followed the typical development for male bodies, and more than likely, I have XY chromosomes. But I am a woman, and I always have been.
I've been coming up against this question a lot lately. I'm not claiming to be an expert now, but I've learned a lot more, and have developed thoughts and theories to explain some of the issues we face now.
About 2 years ago, I wrote "The ‘D’ word", in which I described my experience at that point with dysphoria. A lot has changed in the two years since, so I'm revisiting the topic to see if I can find any new or helpful information.