Perhaps my reaction was hasty. I wrote a bit on LGBT boards when I was in college. I got sick of the "oh woe is me, what do I do?" attitude inherent in much of it. That's where I got preachy about fighting. I understand that not everyone can do it, but that's the part that raises my ire the most. I'm not that special. If I can do it, anyone can. That's why I tell my story. That's why I reacted the way I did.Mischa87 said:That's where things part ways really, being trans is a great deal different from being gay, or bi, or pansexual, or asexual, etc. I doubt most people are aware of this, but there's an occurrence that happens to transsexuals, known in the community as having your "alarm/bell go off" Basically, what it means, is sort of like you mention below, an "epiphany" of sorts, but this isn't along the lines of "Hey, I like men/women/both/everyone/no one" It's more like... Something is VERY wrong here, I need to fix it, or die... It really is a do or die thing with most transpeople (Hence the obscene suicide rates) Like I mentioned in another thread the other week, the feeling is indescribable, I've known about 200~ transpeople over the years, both professionally, and personally, and I've yet to find anyone that can quite find the words to describe it... The best I could come up with was "Overwhelming wrongness"Thistlehart said:You're right and wrong in equal measure. I will concede that you are correct that no one chooses to be trans, just as I didn't choose to be gay. However, I (and they) choose to live life that way.
Now, this is not to trivialize the internal turmoil that you (or anyone with any sort of difference) had/has/will have to face, but it really is a whole 'nother kettle of fish, for the majority of transpeople, there's no option of ignoring this situation.
It raises awareness, and helps those who were affected, but yes, other than those, it doesn't do much, but it does something good, which makes it worth doing, no?You're also right that people shouldn't victimize us for being who we are, but they're going to do it anyway, and whimpering about (and holding rememberence days for) it does nothing.
Well hey, that's great! I'm glad you could turn the fear, and turmoil into strength, I know a lot of people who could benefit from that if they could pull it off (Not everyone can though, keep that in mind)I decided that, if I was going to accept this self, I would have to put up with hatred and possibly people who may want to hurt or kill me. So I learned to defend myself and cultivated awareness and restraint. I worked at it, and I think I became better than I would otherwise have been. I earned what I have. Every last shred of it. I never gave up, even when things were dark and lonely.
I never asked for pity from anyone here really, I'm merely bringing facts and awareness to the table, and attempting to help those affected by this hate/ignorance.So don't ask me to pity those who have died because they would not fight for themselves.
However, I will stand with you against those who would oppress us.
And I'm pretty sure plenty of the people affected by this hate/ignorance have fought for themselves, I could tell you some real horror stories about my own experiences, as well as friends I've had... and lost, who could be called nothing less than a fighter, they braved the world, and fought with all their might, some of them have fallen doing so, and for that, we should remember them, no?
I have no basis for comparison concerning the "sudden wrongness" that you describe, so I'll concede your point on the suicides. If for no other reason than "That's BS I don't believe it" is the last ditch argument of the woefully stupid and I'd like to think I'm better than that. Though the self the most powerful opponent, as your case certainly demonstrates, I fail to see how killing oneself is anything other than giving up the fight, but that's my own failing. Perhaps it's a different victory, just going the other way.
I'll go and see for myself the last struggles of those killed. The fighters I'll honor and drink a toast to their names, the rest I'll ignore (sorry, but that's me). If you have any in particular to point out, PM me and help me hear their stories. You've made me more aware. So perhaps there is some good in it. I might draw something up to sing for them next year.