If you haven’t seen this, check it out. Look past the subtitles for an artistic, upbeat and informative piece about a gender diverse teen. She’s adorable!
09 Thursday Feb 2012
If you haven’t seen this, check it out. Look past the subtitles for an artistic, upbeat and informative piece about a gender diverse teen. She’s adorable!
29 Sunday Jan 2012
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childhood trauma, gender diverse kids, Jazz, overcoming pain, releasing doubt, second chances, starting over, transgender kids
A muscle in my shoulder twitched before it went numb and then the dreaded pins-and-needles phase began. I wouldn’t move my thumping limb; however, as I felt that the barrier it provided from the rest of the world was more important than, oh, being pain-free. Ironic it would be the same shoulder crushed in an unfortunate and near fatal horse riding accident. Some nights I still wake up, now thirty years later, and I’m laying on my back with my lifeless thumping arm in the same traction position. Throwing the covers off from sweating, I’m just thankful it wasn’t a dream where I’m trapped beneath Scorpio’s hooves battling for my life.
25 Wednesday Jan 2012
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activism, challenges, confidential, Jennifer Carr, living stealth, privacy, pseudonym, transgender advocacy
While prepping for a talk at the University of Chicago today I brought up my YouTube video and saw a face I hardly recognized. She hid behind her trusty glasses, her voice slow and steady as if she was choosing her words as carefully as she would select which colored wire to cut. One slip and kaboom!
Fiddling with the adaptors for the sound I commented to a person helping to organize the event that I hardly wore my glasses anymore when speaking. After I said it I felt an immediate sense of hiding I felt uncomfortable with back then, and now.
“What’s changed,” she asked.
“I guess I get less threats now…” I replied, and then the gravity of what I said sunk
03 Tuesday Jan 2012
Posted in acceptance, belief, Buddha, challenges, compassion, coping, family, fear, friends, gender diversity, gender identity, gender non-conforming, gratitude, grief, happiness, holidays, joy, life lessons, love, support, transition, uncategorized
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awareness, compassion, gender diverse kids, gifts, gratitude, holiday cards, holidays, love, my kids, new day, parenting
Yawwwwn. As you might have noticed I took a tiny writing hiatus for the holidays so that I could mentally, physically, spiritually and emotionally step back and just observe.
I’d love to share some revelations with you. Some epiphanies are big and need a little explaining. Some are silly. All of them sunk into my psyche in a deep, meaningful way during my vacation and without judging, I had a way of being with this awareness in a completely new way, like being taken to a party where I didn’t know anyone. I had to feel my way around, ask questions, and above all else, I had to listen. So, let’s begin…
16 Friday Dec 2011
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bathrooms, Boston Globe, HRC, identical twins, parenting, school, transgender youth, transitioning young
If you haven’t read the latest Boston Globe article about a family that supports and advocates for their transgender child, and her identical twin brother. The power of love!
26 Saturday Nov 2011
Posted in acceptance, belief, community, coping, education, gender diversity, gender identity, gender non-conforming, gender variant, happiness, joy, LGBTIQ, life lessons, love, school, support, transgender, transition, uncategorized, yoga
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acceptance, boys who feel like girls, coping, gender diverse kids, girls who feel like boys, parenting, school, students, support, teachers, transgender, Truth
Waking up from a hazy savasana, I sat up to notice the dozens of teachers and students sprawled out on the benches around me. It dawned on me that moments before I’d been giving a talk on gender identity, expression and diversity at a local grammar school. I’d forgotten completely.
A wash of relief spread from the crown of my head and covered me like hot fudge melting down a cold scoop as I recalled the acceptance I felt as I talked about girls who feel like boys and boys who felt like girls. The supportive nods from teachers and the thoughtful questions produced by curious minds. But tell me again how we ended up laying down?
25 Friday Nov 2011
Posted in belief, birth names, compassion, coping, discussions, family, fear, gender diversity, gender identity, gender non-conforming, gender variant, happiness, holidays, LGBTIQ, life lessons, love, memories, my childhood, parenting, school, secrets, siblings, stealth, transgender, transition, uncategorized
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being outed, boundaries, confidentiality, discussions, friends, gender diversity, outed, privacy, school, secrets, siblings, stealth, transgender
“Children should be seen and not heard.”
How many times did I hear this when I was little? After a while I didn’t need it whispered into my ear anymore, I embodied it. I knew there were things I was never expected to say, at home or out in public, like they never happened. Off limits for good, like a dangerous abandoned mine.
16 Wednesday Nov 2011
Posted in activism, advocacy, belief, Chaz Bono, education, gender diversity, LGBTIQ, life lessons, media, The Rosie Show, transgender, transition, uncategorized
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awareness, Chaz Bono, education, gender diverse kids, gender diversity, Jazz, LGBTIQ, The Rosie Show, trans kids, transgender
Just watched The Rosie Show discussing the new documentary “I Am Jazz” airing on the OWN Network on November 27, 2011 and let out a long, heavy sigh.
Finally! A show that reflects the reality of a transgender child’s experience and doesn’t go over the edge with their questions and comments. It will be the first tv show depicting a gender diverse child that I will actually show my daughter. Big.
Jazz is an eloquent and courageous little girl, and I believe her message can actually reach people’s hearts, first with her groundbreaking 20/20 Special and now the new documentary. Hopefully this will inspire others to share their truths, and feel even more comfortable in their own skin.
15 Tuesday Nov 2011
Posted in acceptance, belief, challenges, coping, family, gender diversity, gratitude, grief, happiness, life lessons, love, parenting, transgender, transition, uncategorized
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affirming family, challenges, discussions, gratitude, happiness, harmony, holidays, light, Thanksgiving, when families don't understand
“Oh,” was my mother’s response when I explained why we aren’t coming to Thanksgiving dinner at her house.
“No one else will be here. Everyone else is going to another house,” she compromised. In her mind I’m sure she thought she was making it better, but to me it made the conversation a hundred times worse. She remained silent when I invited her to our house for the holiday.
Translated everyone else means family that isn’t affirming, or accepting, of us. The last I heard my sister stormed out of a room after one of them made a Brokeback Mountain joke about my then 6-year-old child and all of them laughed. When I heard what happened I got their message loud and clear. Immediately I knew that there wasn’t a snowballs chance that I would let my children go near them. It’s not worth it. It’s not even an opportunity to educate. It’s just toxic.
I’d rather spend Thanksgiving alone instead of watching the door terrified they would pop in unannounced at my mother’s house while my kids played blissfully unaware. I’m not in the space right now to have another discussion with my kids about another group of family members that have different beliefs and value systems and therefore, do not understand or accept Hope’s gender diversity. We’re all still licking our wounds from the last talk like us, especially Will who comes to me every so often with tears in his eyes to remind me that he misses his cousins and his aunt and uncle. I feel it. Abandonment hurts.
This situation with everyone else is somewhat harder to explain because they haven’t confronted me, they’ve just made fun of us behind our back. I’m sure if we ran into them we’d get initial smiles, fake hugs and then a barrage of jokes and inappropriate comments at our expense. I see this clearly based on knowing them for the past 25 years and somehow my mother doesn’t. She clings to the sunny notion that everyone can “get along”, while I see the potential damage to my children as being more important than a Norman Rockwell inspired holiday photograph. Let’s face it, it’s not what it looks like on the outside that counts.
When I step in my mother’s shoes I feel the loss, like you threw a big party and no one showed up. She wishes everyone was back together, just like Will, but that doesn’t change people’s beliefs, and more importantly their actions. At least she knows she is welcome with us. Whether she shows up or not is up to her.
These moments are about gratitude. I’m happier cherishing the love and truth surrounding me, no matter what that looks like. I don’t need to go backward, allowing the past to repeat itself. Rather than dwell in the darkness this holiday season, I’m ready to stand in the light.
07 Friday Oct 2011
Posted in advocacy, ballet, challenges, coping, gender diversity, life lessons, parenting, stealth, transgender, transition
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ballet, education, gender diverse kids, gender identity, inclusion, parenting, transgender, uniforms
To skirt, or not to skirt… That is (today’s) question.
As the flutter of little ballerinas swarmed the waiting area a few days ago my daughter briskly shoved a note in my hand then floated back to her friends who are always more focused on their arabesque or plie than their parents asking for them to put on their street shoes and skedaddle. The day seemed like any other. Don’t forget the case for her shoes. Did we bring a jacket? The usual.
Once we got home the kids hopped on their bikes and scurried out of the garage, eager to play with their friends in our close little neighborhood. My social butterflies, I love it. It wasn’t until I looked down at the reminder from the ballet studio that I realized that our typical day going to ballet would most likely be our last of its kind. Things were about to come to a screeching halt.
“No skirts allowed” leapt off the page and slapped me across the face. How would this ever work for us? My daughter is absolutely glued to that sheer ballet skirt for obvious reasons. My mind went full throttle for a moment imagining her ostracized from her beloved group either by taking off or leaving on the skirt. Imagining her pain when she learns that she would no longer enjoy the class as effortlessly as we have in the past. Imagining the confrontation I must have with the studio who knows nothing about my daughter’s gender diversity. The thoughts kept popping up like unwanted ads on your favorite website and then I simply took a deep breath aaaaaannnnndddd I slowed myself down enough to ask what is happening here?
Mid-way through a session and they choose to come up with a new rule about uniforms now? That seems odd, especially when they’ve allowed kids of all ages to wear pretty much whatever style of ballet outfit. My daughter’s outfit came from the most expensive ballet specialty store in the city so we felt that we were right in line with the expectations of any studio, seeing as though the folks at the Joffrey shopped there as well. Why the big change all of a sudden?
Immediately my mind zoned in on one particular mom who has a daughter in Hope’s ballet class. I think she’s aware of my daughter living stealth. I can’t be sure, but her actions speak volumes. One day we were having play dates (even though the kids went to separate schools after Kindergarten ended) and being very friendly chatting while the kids were in class and the next week she could not bring herself to look at me. She abruptly shunned my greetings and whisked her daughter away from my child as Hope said hello. She seems visibly spooked in my presence and Hope’s dad agreed that this mom went from very warm to freezing cold overnight. This was about five months ago.
One of the moms from Kindergarten class was aware of Hope’s gender identity, and as it seems she probably told people after we left the school. Coincidentally the informant is the mother of the child who tormented and bullied Hope for a solid year and when I complained to the school the mother threatened to out my daughter to whole school. Nice.
Still, when the ballet mom started avoiding us like the plague I didn’t get crazy or pull Hope out of the class. I just observed and remained open for anyone to say anything to me. Then about three weeks ago this mom, huddled together with Hope’s ballet teacher, jumped sky-high covering her mouth when she saw me walk down the back hall. Correct me if I’m wrong, but that’s the international signal for “I was just talking about you!” Their conversation ended as I approached. They both stared at me as if I was carrying several dismembered human heads with me and began to whisper when the restroom door slowly closed behind me. Even then I thought, “If anyone wants to say something to me they are welcome to,” and I went about my merry way like normal.
Then the note. Is it a coincidence that the studio wants to rip all the skirts off little girls when this has never been their policy? Are they suddenly taking “the uniform very seriously? Why? Are we prepping girls for Juilliard here? Not even close. Still, it’s possible, right? Probable, no. So I did a little research about what other ballet teachers and studios expect. All of them agree they want to see the lines of the body so they require sheer skirts if any.
Okay, sheer skirts are completely doable in the ballet world, yet the studio is demanding no skirts whatsoever. Why? As I wait for the owner to return my call my mind wanders… Is this a thoughtless decree to make their studio look more “serious” in the dance community? Is this in response to teachers saying that kids are wearing pretty much any old thing to class and it’s distracting from the work they are doing? Or is this the quick fix so they don’t have to listen to angry, fearful parents complaining about having a transgender child in their midst? If they require all kids to come in a leotard alone (exposing what everyone is so focused on – genitals) gender diverse kids would never feel comfortable and therefore, not come to class. Problem solved for them.
So what is the reality? Will I ever truly know the answer even if I’m given one?
What I do know is that we aren’t going down without a fight. We’re not going into hiding because of this. At first it will be friendly fact-finding mission, of course. I’ll ask about their policy, see if they will amend their rules to include a sheer skirt for body sensitive children like mine. I’ll go the high road, for sure.
Perhaps they will tell me a reason for the rule that I’ve never thought of. Okay, I’m open to that. Just maybe they’ll confess that this mother complained and they need to “handle” it in some way. In that case I can use the opportunity to educate and hopefully we’ll come to a common ground where all parties are better for it. These kids deserve to go to class just like everyone else. Let’s make that happen.
Whatever happens, an answer or a smokescreen, I will speak my truth, stand up for my child’s right to participate and still feel comfortable in the class and hopefully plant a seed of awareness.
On the flip side, this is another chance for Hope to learn how to handle challenges around her gender diversity that will come up now and again in her life. Clothes, particularly uniforms, kids and even sometimes even parents will be a problem. Life includes some modifications for all of us, and that’s okay. At least she sees her parents protecting her, standing up for what they believe in and working to create change for everyone’s sake.
It’s a life lesson for me, too. At first I slipped into my old reactive pattern of panic, and then I realized what I was doing and changed my mind. This situation is what I make it, what I bring to it. This journey can be about truth or it can be about fear. Only I make that choice.