In our rigidly binary world, gender transition of any kind, at any time, is not a simple journey. To do it late in life presents special challenges as well as chances. I did not see myself in most trans narratives I read, including what it means to transition while raising children. Here I share some of my experiences.
School run
When I was first transitioning, I followed a complex set of rules about how I would present to the world. Some rules arose from not feeling like a ‘real’ trans person, while others were about not wanting to be talked about behind my back. And what better place is there for prodigious gossip than a community of school parents?
Flop
Today is a big day. I am going to a job interview, as Hannah. I stand in my bathroom. I have on an ornately patterned floral dress with cap sleeves, a round but high neckline, and some slight ruching across the front. I am doing my makeup. Suddenly, I see something in the mirror, and my stomach turns.
A timelessly tedious trans topic
“This is kind of a random question, but which toilet do you use?”
My son asks this as we are walking through a shopping centre. I suppress a laugh as I think of all the times I have dodged the question of ‘which one’ by avoiding toilets in malls altogether. “I know it’s a random question”, he pauses, “but it’s very necessary”.
Eye to eye
I’m sitting in the waiting room of a cosmetic surgeon. Or is it plastic surgeon? I’m not sure. My body is still, but my mind is agitated, asking, yet again, what am I doing here?
I get asked ‘why’
It is dark outside, and the apartment block murmurs with the sounds of a community settling into its evening. I come in to my son’s room to lie down on the bed for a while as he drifts to sleep, and in the half-dark that is when I am asked, “Why are you transgender? Did you always know or was it after I was born?”