I am a cis woman, you are a trans woman, and here is why that distinction does not matter
Richa
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Last year, as part of my research to inform an inclusive, trauma-informed program that I was writing, (aimed at facilitating collaborative practice in human services), I read research quoting children’s accounts of their sense of themselves in relation to their gender.

My heart was completely broken by reading children’s accounts of their horrific, immense suffering and pain: innocent little children as little as four years of age who are completely aware of the discrepancy between who they know themselves to be and how others perceive them (in relation to their gender). A person is the only one with the right (and capacity) to be able to define who they are: heart/ mind/ soul make the person, at any age.

Evidence shows that genitalia does not equate gender: surely in this day and age, with access to the internet, all people can inform themselves before engaging in a public discussion on any topic, rather than broadcast their ignorance, bigotry and fear? Also, people’s perspectives and avoidance/ rejection/ fear-based reactions to other people resulting from past traumas, need to be mitigated with the understanding that the boundaries of their own suffering are not breached externally, in the present: triggered emotions and traumas need to be faced and managed, not the trigger. If we do not function from this position of understanding, our past wounds potentially fuel the wounding of others.

I am a cis-gendered woman, grandmother-aged and I will fight for the truth and right of of any child, youth and the adult they grow into, to be who they know themselves to be, to live their potential and to not be dis-empowered or have that argued or minimised by anyone. I will always fight for universal equality and respect.

Also, there is no area of a person’s life that should be impacted by how anybody else feels about another person’s truth, because literally, they have no say and should not have a say. We are not entitled to judge, opine, or use any kind of privilege to deny another’s rights or truth.

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