I’m reposting this because it really resonates with me. So far Izzy’s transition has been, not without trial, but really? – Pretty darn awesome. Other than narrowing down my Christmas card list (two sisters and a brother on hiatus), there’s really been no major opposition. But in the back of my mind those self-harm, suicide ideation and suicide attempt statistics rest uncomfortably and refuse to go unheard. And they’re not alone. They fight for space with bullying, ignorance and hate crimes.
I look at my beautiful, amazing, fantastic little girl and I know she is not, could not be immune to this culture of fear. Someone said to me recently “people say things have changed, that we have gay marriage, gay priests – homosexuals are accepted. They say ‘you’re lucky to live in this day and age’. But I know, that until I can walk hand in hand, through the lobby of my work place and sit down in the lunch room with my (same sex) partner, without causing an uproar amongst my collegues and clientele, things haven’t changed enough that I am safe, or accepted. And your daughter? Well she’s part of a group who are about ten years behind the LGB group in terms of rights, safety and acceptance.”
As much as I am grateful, and oh my, I am so very grateful, for the support and acceptance we have encountered in our family, friends and community, I’d be lying if I didn’t say that beneath my smile lurks a fear that my child will be one of those statistics. When I think of those 50 people who were killed, I know they were all someone’s child.