What I Learned in Transgender School
Class is never out!
Technically, I am a late-in-life, male-to-female transitioning transgender woman*… whew, that is a lot to establish before I share what I learned, but I felt you needed to know what I’m basing my opinions on.
As they say in car commercials, “Your mileage may vary”. Experiences differ.
During my “pre-school” transgender period, I lived the guy’s life that was assigned to me by my genitals and the world around me. I did a great job convincing myself and those around me that I was just a regular guy.
I did such a great job of hardcore gender repression that it took 60 years before my true gender exploded into my life. I thought I was a typical, middle-aged, cisgender guy.
WRONG!
The explosion took me by surprise.
In February 2017 I started having panic attacks. It peaked when I began to cry quietly on a NYC subway platform on the way home from work. Not a great place for an emotional breakdown. Until that point, I had never cried.
I was a guy and I was trained to suck it up. Those tears were my wake-up call.
Pre-school was over.
Here is what I have learned from my transgender school so far:
