This made me cry...
Mar. 5th, 2009 01:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
This did the rounds of my friends on Twitter and LJ yesterday. It's taken me a bit of time to respond to it, partly because I wanted to think a bit first before writing it, and partly because it brought up a surprising amount of stuff.
Firstly, I was amazed to see this. A mainstream TV ad, albeit not English language, for something entirely unrelated to trans issues or civil rights, using that as its central message. This really is something quite out of the ordinary. Previously, I'd only ever seen trans people depicted in a jokey way, or as victims (though, this ad still has a twinge of that). In the past, I've more than once refused to go to see films with a trans theme, because typically the theme is ultimately demeaning to me. I know a lot of people, for example, who loved Hedwig and the Angry Inch, but, fucking hell, do you people have NO SENSITIVITY??? How am I supposed to feel watching that? And, I have, and kind of wish I hadn't bothered. Not an image I'd like to carry with me. I'm not your convenient joke, your convenient minority who is sufficiently non-trendy and disempowered that it's OK to poke fun at me. The permission for that is mine to give, and you don't have it.
So, back to the ad, and my take on it.
She got an apology.
To my memory, that has never happened to me. Not a sincere apology, anyway. The closest thing might have been my parents, after I refused to talk to them for about three months because they insisted on using incorrect names and gender pronouns against my wishes. I got a kind-of lame halfarsed apology that was framed more along the lines of, you know, you being angry about this is really upsetting to us, it's hard for us, you know, and you shouldn't be so mean about it. Too fucking bad. I'm me. Love me or fuck off. Sorry. Oh wait, no, I'm really not sorry, and I'm not going to comfort you when my reacting badly to you being crap to me upsets you.
I cried yesterday, alone, in my office. I cried because I'd never had that apology. I also cried because I'd never had apologies for many things I deserved apologies for, particularly as a child. The teachers who beat me and psychologically abused me never apologised. The children who bullied and terrorised me never apologised. My parents certainly never apologised for not giving a damn. When I confronted them about it, years later, they couldn't remember me ever having difficulties with bullying, even though I frequently came home bloody and bruised. My father has never apologised for becoming insanely angry at me, and terrifying me, whenever I reacted emotionally. My father has never apologised for molesting the three eight-year-olds that resulted in him spending three years in prison, or the effect that that had on me or the rest of my family. My father has never apologised for stealing over 20000 UK pounds from me, or for forcing his way into control of my first business, taking most of the profit and keeping me trapped living with them because I was earning a pittance.
No one has apologised for all the times I've not been promoted, or not hired in the first place, because I'm trans. No one apologised for throwing me out of Oxford at the end of my first year because I was transitioning. No one apologised for trying to kill me, on that train, in 1997, that left me with concussion and PTSD.
All of these little slices of poison, that stole my life-force, that held me back. That, in an ironic, painful and frankly fucking totally unnecessary kind of way, made me stronger than most people would imagine possible.
To the world at large: don't you ever dare ask me to apologise for being angry about this. That power is mine, and mine alone. I'm taking it back. Reclaiming that lost energy, that lost time, that lost love, that lost hope, that lost life-force. You can't have it. Mine.
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Date: 2009-03-05 10:25 pm (UTC)Far-away hugs.
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Date: 2009-03-05 11:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-05 10:38 pm (UTC)I'm glad you are reclaiming yourself, and you have an absolute right to be angry.
Thank you for sharing this, and your experience.
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Date: 2009-03-05 11:38 pm (UTC)There are many ways to be different, and a few ways you can be more different than others. :-)
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Date: 2009-03-05 10:42 pm (UTC)I know it doesn't cover what you're talking about, but for what it's worth, I'm sorry (in the sympathetic sense) that you've been so shatteringly poorly treated. You deserve, and deserved, better.
I feel exactly as you do about "trans" movies: I've seen very few. The very outline of Hedwig sounds awful to me. Boys Don't Cry would be triggering, extremely. The Crying Game, same. Whatever the big one was a year ago, everybody keeps telling me I should see, I'm like, why in fuck would I want to see a sad movie that lays out a gentle, Hollywood-ized version of what I've already traumatically experienced once, at risk of my life?
So yah...glad they're being made, not going to watch 'em.
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Date: 2009-03-06 02:12 am (UTC)Boys Don't Cry is not gentle or sanitized. It is raw and brutal and utterly heartbreaking, which is entirely appropriate to the story it tells. But that's the flip side of what you're saying: if you've lived that, why go see a movie about it?
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Date: 2009-03-05 10:58 pm (UTC)Second: *hugs* You should never have to apologize for your anger about this. Ever. Reclaiming is good (and a lesson I'm learning really slowly, myself).
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Date: 2009-03-06 09:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-05 11:01 pm (UTC)And I think you're totally right about apologies, of course. It's so far outside my own experience I'm not remotely qualified to comment really, but yes, the power definitely is and should be yours. *props*
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Date: 2009-03-06 09:03 pm (UTC)It's not that I really want or expect apologies, particularly for things that happened a long time ago, it's more that I think it's important to acknowledge this stuff, to let the rage out sometimes, y'know?
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Date: 2009-03-05 11:45 pm (UTC)You, hon, are wonderful and my life is better for knowing you.
Hugs!
(And hopefully see you soon).
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Date: 2009-03-05 11:46 pm (UTC)*hugs back*
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Date: 2009-03-05 11:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-05 11:57 pm (UTC)Actually, the real point of my message is this:
With or without an apology, I'm taking back that power that was stolen from me. An apology would be nice, but in requiring one, I'm giving something away, providing yet another way that I can be hurt or demeaned by its withholding.
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Date: 2009-03-05 11:59 pm (UTC)You certainly have a right to your anger. Sometimes I get angry with society and the universe in general for being so broken. Sometimes I think anger doesn't acheive anything, but then if something someone says makes someone think about things in a different way, that is a Good Thing.
I'd be glad to be considered an ally. (I strongly believe that you don't have to be a member of a minority to support the rights of people belonging to it.)
I apologise for not knowing quite what to say, or how to find the right words to say it.
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Date: 2009-03-06 12:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-03-06 12:19 am (UTC)That ad is wonderful.
And you are very right to claim your anger. I have a backlog of my own owed apologies and threats in my life, for different reasons. It's a step toward healing when you refuse to reject the right to react.
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Date: 2009-03-06 12:28 am (UTC)Definitely.
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Date: 2009-03-06 12:21 am (UTC)But I just wanted to say that you are fantastic, and I'm so sorry you've been through so much shit. And so impressed that you are claiming that anger and that power.
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Date: 2009-03-06 12:44 am (UTC)It really means a lot. Truly.
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Date: 2009-03-06 12:52 am (UTC)I want to bank with Banco Cambio!
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Date: 2009-03-06 09:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-06 01:08 am (UTC)Thank you for giving your story. I can't believe all the shit you've been through, although your comment about being stronger through hardship resonates with me bigtime.
Thank you.
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Date: 2009-03-06 09:17 pm (UTC)But yes, thank you. :-)
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Date: 2009-03-06 01:50 am (UTC)You rock.
Thank you so much for sharing both.
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Date: 2009-03-06 09:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-06 02:26 am (UTC)FWIW, my contact with you has opened my eyes a bit.
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Date: 2009-03-06 09:18 pm (UTC)(even if I did it by being a bad example, a counterexample, a corner case, an object lesson in what-not-to-do...) :-)
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Date: 2009-03-06 02:39 am (UTC)Someone very important to me is about to start transitioning; I do worry for all the prejudice she is about to encounter in her new life. Thankfully she has a supportive mother who recognises that in losing a son, she gains a daughter; and she has a very good GP. But I'm not sure just how fully she comprehends the negativity she is about to start facing.
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Date: 2009-03-06 09:21 pm (UTC)Thanks, I appreciate it.
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Date: 2009-03-06 09:21 pm (UTC)Me neither, actually. I don't *do* living lies.
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Date: 2009-03-06 06:11 am (UTC)I have the biggest brain crush on you ever. Your history makes you fascinating, so does your present, and your future. It's about you. What you look like is window dressing to who you are, and you're pretty nifty. I wish I could get the chance to spend more time with you.
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Date: 2009-03-06 03:40 pm (UTC)it's like another kind of art.
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