I love my dad but he was a very traditional person. Yourself is yourself, even in the religious community. As with any attempt to define humanity, there is a broad spectrum of behaviours and expressions. Now I would probably go to the ungendered section, but it was my first time presenting as male in such a holy place and I went to the male section of the wall. It makes other trans people scared to tell their stories. Then six months later she told my dad and he was so angry. I got stopped by police at a routine roadblock.
To my mind, this is only a fraction of how it must feel to look in the mirror and not see the person you know you are.
They know, but I just started transitioning. The Gender Recognition Act recognises and enables trans people to achieve full legal recognition of their preferred gender and allows for the acquisition of a new birth certificate that reflects this change. When I went to university I learned about transsexuals and that some of them transitioned. Now I go in and have lunch with the assistant chief constable or the police and crime commissioner to discuss combating transphobic hate crime. You might not understand the nuances of the differences, but everyone is always making up new identities to match their experiences and that can only be a good thing. A lot of people from mainstream trans communities ask me, how can you be a person of faith, because even your own religion has been so horrible to LGBT people in general and trans people specifically?
To my mind, this is only a fraction of how it must feel to look in the mirror and not see the person you know you are. They know, but I just started transitioning. I was picked on for being too thin, for being feminine, for not liking football, for hanging round with girls, for having long hair. He found the onset of puberty, including the development of breasts and hips, as particularly distressing. When I moved to north Wales to live with my trans partner, Elen, no one knew me as anyone else, so almost all the abuse stopped. It started to get better, but then Dad got cancer. At the age of nine I refused to have my hair cut.