Have we lost our way?
Several weeks ago I hit a turning point in my journey. I found myself getting angry to the point of blind rage over the very core of my struggle, namely my identity and my notion of self worth. It was blinding me to compassion, to understanding, to seeing things beyond black and white. It was my therapist that pointed this out to me. In the past, whenever she would hit a sensitive spot, I would not react well. I would become defensive, and feel isolated and misunderstood. Something changed this time around. The words were difficult to absorb, the idea of being so angry as to shut out all reason really made me feel like I had failed. What changed this time around was what I took away from her message. I knew she was right. I knew I needed to change. I also knew that my anger was my way of compensating for trauma I have not yet dealt with. Trauma in of itself is difficult enough to face. Trauma as related to being transgender brings me shame and humiliation, and not at least more ...