Thursday, 27 January 2011
A joyous post delayed or lost.
This past week for me has been quite joyful and how to express that joy has been occupying my mind for several days. Unfortunately I just can't get up the enthusiasm to be joyful when every time I log on to the net our corner of it shows so many signs of infighting.
I feel quite lucky that when I first started to explore the net our corner of it was bursting with information and slowly I encountered blog after blog written by others trying to share their stories and experiences to help those who followed.
As a group I fear we are doomed to perpetual alienation from society. A room full of cats have more chance of getting organised than we do. Forces which I cannot understand appear to be at work to keep us perpetually divided into discrete categories! We're almost forming an apartheid movement where a group of post-op transsexuals have taken the position looking down upon those who do not match their criteria. In present-day society any of us who come out publicly in any way are the merest tip of an iceberg, how many countless thousands still live in fear because of being unable to be accepted openly by society whether they be someone who wishes to express themselves by dressing in clothing normally considered to be that preserve contrary to that normally worn by those born in with their particular body type through to those who have known from an early age that nature has pulled a dirty trick on them, giving them an inappropriate body and role for their mindset.
I consider myself one of the latter but it has never stopped me supporting those who have different concerns from my own. The general public have little interest in distinguishing between all our little cliques and to them they are all just grouped together under the T umbrella. Little do they know from our perspective it is broken and full of holes and offers little protection for any of us.
I have lived what is considered three generations now and have seen precious little improvement in our public image, how the medical profession treat us all how we are accepted into society unless we become invisible because they are lucky enough to get treatment sufficient for us to seamlessly meld into a preferred gender. It is hard to believe that it is nearly 60 years and since Christine Jorgensen was front-page news throughout the entire United States and many places beyond.
It is my fervent hope that all this backstabbing and infighting dies away soon and does not drive away too many fellow sufferers coming here in search of hope like I did only to find further disappointment and disillusionment.