Primary School Romances

Now that I’ve made my ebook “Who Cares? Life for an Irish Transgender Teen” free to the public (you can download the full thing here), I’ve decided to publish the chapters here on my website. Below is a chapter from this book which was published in April 2016.

I’m not certain of the time-line regarding all this, but I think that it was at about age 10 that it began. We were growing older. And two students in my class had begun a relationship. The news spread like wild fire. They were spotted holding hands. He had given her a piggy back. They even hugged once. We were intrigued. How did it work? What was the appeal? Their relationship was fascinating to all of us. We knew that the older classes had relationships but it was surprising to discover that we were now old enough to have our own. We watched with amazement at all that occurred. They sat beside each other on buses to trips. They even kissed once or twice. Then, one day, they broke up. That news spread just as quickly. People split off into sides. You were either on the side of the girl or of the boy. This lasted about three days until everyone forgot about it and we all became friends again.

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Tell your children

When your child sees me on the street and turns to ask you “is that a boy or a girl?” this is what you do.

Do not shush them and usher them away from me. Do not pretend it didn’t happen. Do not simply smile at me sympathetically. And definitely do not say “I don’t know.”

I will never be offended by the words of your child. They have an excuse. The only thing that can offend me is your reaction. You do not.

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The Question of Children.

Every time I’ve done an interview about my transition I’ve been asked the same question. Do I want kids?

Why am I asked this? Why does it matter? Is that really a relevant thing for me to discuss at eighteen years of age? It’s as if people are thinking “okay, you’re embarking on this significant journey in which you become a woman, but what happens then? Will you do what a woman is supposed to do and have kids?” The first time I was asked this I didn’t think much of it. But when it happened more than once I felt confused.

Are they forgetting that I’m a teenager? Are they forgetting that I have my whole life ahead of me? Would they ask an eighteen-year-old who wasn’t in my position this question?

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