The reason I asked about trans stuff in
The Great Indoor Fight threadI don't understand transitioning from one gender to another. I think it's interesting, and I really enjoy reading trans narratives and trans journals (especially LiveJournals). Even though I don't understand it, I have no problem with people transitioning and going by other pronouns or whatever, and I try to be respectful of their wishes.
Last summer, a young woman who was getting ready to go to my school began iming me. Being a generally friendly person, I was happy to get to know her, and we had similar stated interests - creative writing and feminism. She was - from the start - quite desperately insecure and very vocal about that insecurity, along with her dislike of herself. I recognized also that she was intelligent and witty. She told me that she had recently realized that she was a lesbian, and that she came from a very conservative Christian family. She seemed lost, without any anchor of identity. I was all of these things before I came to Hollins, and so I hoped that we could begin a friendship and I could watch her grow into a confident, awesome young woman, as I had.
She didn't. In the span of time that I've known her, she has claimed pain resulting from many different (and in my view highly glamorized) experiences. These include, but are not limited to: childhood rape/sexual abuse (recovered memory), possible incest (she claimed to beat off the advances of her uncle many times), physical and emotional abuse from her father, anorexia/bulimia, religious persecution, stalking, sexual confusion, depression, self-abuse, suicidal tendencies, et cetera. At first I reacted to these with sympathy and an open ear. After I noticed the high incidence of awful things happening to her routinely and into the present day, I began to react with a little less sympathy and tried to get her to shore up her defenses emotionally - tried to get her to be more emotionally self-reliant by talking about solutions with her rather than nodding while she moaned about the pain, the pain.
I also thought she was exaggerating a lot of stuff, or taking it too seriously. For example: a boy who had a crush on her in middle school found her on myspace, and then stopped talking to her when he realized that she was a lesbian and not his type of person. She found his blog, in which he lamented how much she had changed and mentioned her by her first name. This, to her, was stalking that could lead to her being kicked out of the house or sent to religious homo-reform camp (because she claimed her parents were just that bad). I thought that was ridiculous, and told her so (i can be a callous person, and I frequently am to her when she irritates me by reminding me too much of myself when I was weak). But I didn't question or suspect the more serious allegations that she made, because I tend to believe that people don't just make that up.
However, when she came forward with her story of sexual abuse, it started to seem giraffey. Details - key details - of her story changed as I heard her re-tell the story, and she told everyone about it pretty much as soon as she remembered it - often in very public spaces. She also claimed that because of this, she couldn't stand to be touched - but when she told me, she immediately used it as a reason to come over and hang out with me in person (which we rarely did) and get a hug from me (I'm not a huge hugger, or even a very physical person). Also, I just got a huge bullshit vibe from it.
This made me look at all of the things that made me pity her or give her sympathy, and every tragedy or struggle started to look like a ploy for attention. We stopped getting along because I stopped giving her this sympathy, and started being harder on her and her endless struggles, pushing her to find solutions instead of whining. This only seemed to encourage her to tell me more of her personal trials, saying that I pushed her to be a better person. This also encouraged her to start imitating my interests - I did comics, so did she. I said I liked sports, so did she. Et cetera.
Anyway, to truncate this story a little bit, she decided that she was trans about six months ago. It came up pretty suddenly, right after he started dating a transman (friend and coworker of mine). He mentioned it a couple times in the month preceding, that he was sometimes confused about his gender, and then BAM - male pronouns, male name, binder, etc.
I'm all for gender fluidity, but this, again, stinks of bullshit. We had a falling out after I asked him some questions (along the lines of are you sure, don't be too hasty, changing your body is serious) and I guess probably wasn't the most supportive person in the world. He also needed to be rid of me, because I could be mean to him. I apologized for being out of line, because I'm pretty sure I wounded him badly, so we're on okay terms now, but I don't want to be friends. I think he's faddish and does everything for attention.
Anyway, I kinda don't think that the trans thing is going to stick, but I'm going to try and be respectful of his preferences (he currently says he's a male-identified genderqueer/fuck trannyboy), because, a, what do I know? and b, gender is fluid. My problem is that he's positioning himself as the poster boy for the trans community at my campus, and if I'm right about him, I think that might be doing a disservice to the trans community at Hollins and discourse surrounding it. Which isn't a huge deal, but it still pisses me off a little.
I asked because I wondered if anyone here knew an individual who decided that they were trans as a fad and went back to their original gender after a period of being very loudly trans.
Also: Am I a bad person for doubting someone who says they have been through very hard things? Should I support people I don't believe, if only because they might not be lying, and might actually be going through this?