Finding the will to transition
<p>Two and a half decades ago, a teenaged me lies in bed, praying to a god they’re rapidly losing faith in to wake up as a girl the next morning.</p>
<p>Did I wonder whether I could be transgender? Yes, I did consider it. Did I know that medical transition was possible? Yes, broadly. Then why didn’t I even begin to pursue that possibility, so many years ago?</p>
<p>I’ve <a href="https://medium.com/@tattie_potate/the-double-shelled-egg-981ebadc41ee" rel="noopener">written before about the gatekeeping that permeated the culture of the time</a>, dividing “real” trans people from people such as myself— a lesbian, non-binary, and not traditionally feminine person. And that was certainly a large part of why I considered transition not an option for me. But there was another reason: because of the vast chasm between what I thought transition could give me, and what I ached to be.</p>
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