So a year ago my neighbors child came out as trans. And I just want to sort of give you a layout of what happened after that.
- Their mother was upset to be losing a “daughter” but stopped using female pronouns and instead switched to male pronouns.
- His mother began calling him Emory, because that was the name that is now his.
- My mother was sad for her for the same reason, telling me that it’s always hard to adjust for the parents, but also began to using the correct pronouns and name.
- The entire street began using the correct pronouns.
- Everyone at his school started using the correct pronouns.
- His teachers changed the name on the roster.
- He got a new school badge with the correct name and gender on it.
- He uses the boys bathroom because that’s what he is and the school doesn’t make a huge fucking deal.
- This kid is healthy and successful and happy without any mental stress, and is now officially in college and we’re all super happy for him.
The moral of the story? Shocker: being kind and accepting isn’t fucking difficult and helps the kid have a better and more stress free life where they don’t feel like they have to hide from anyone. So you know… do it. Be nice. Why is that so difficult. Why are there people chanting things outside of our inclusive synagogues and churches, especially during holidays like Rosh Hashanah. Fuck you guys. Like… seriously. Fuck you. What is the point of antagonizing people and making those who identify feel awful and those who don’t, but support, feel major uncomfortable. We’re just fucking going about our day. Fuck. Off. Leave these kids alone.