[Dutch Lock Down Day Three Hundred Seventy Seven]
Tell your favourite trans people you see them.
We love that.
In the interest of full disclosure, yes, I identify as a bi-sexual non-binary trans feminine queer person; my pronouns are they / them.
I’m trans.
See me.
But first the news:
- Five Utrecht bars will open for business in April, to test coronavirus rules
- Average coronavirus infections up for 23rd straight day; Vaccines also up
- Curfew starts an hour later from tonight
Today is International Transgender Day of Visibility – an annual event occurring on March 31[1][2] dedicated to celebrating transgender people and raising awareness of discrimination faced by transgender people worldwide, as well as a celebration of their contributions to society. The day was founded by US-based transgender activist[3] Rachel Crandall of Michigan in 2009[4] as a reaction to the lack of LGBT recognition of transgender people, citing the frustration that the only well-known transgender-centered day was the Transgender Day of Remembrance, which mourned the murders of transgender people, but did not acknowledge and celebrate living members of the transgender community.
Wikipedia.Org/wiki/International_Transgender_Day_of_Visibility
To celebrate, I joined Equinix’s internal Trans Day of Visibility celebration to speak on a panel and answer a few questions.
And then there were time changes.
And confusion.
And I couldn’t participate.
So I cried.
And cried.
And cried.
And then pulled myself together and picked up the kids and fed them supper and ate some food and drank soda and self cared and got the twins into bed and self cared and got First Minion into bed and now I’m doing oke.
These past three weeks have been incredibly intense.
And I haven’t let up in the least.
So when something mildly disappointing happens, even as gentle as a perceived rejection or social slight, it’s more upsetting than “normal”. Thankfully, I know how to take care of myself and I AM taking care of myself and taking care of kids sometimes helps a bit.
Picking up at the end of their day, for example, they are SO HAPPY to see me.
To come home.
Which is absolutely wonderful.
So I’m going to go to bed now and hopefully process this lightly and put it away until I’m solidly under employment again and can unpack these things with time and compassion.
And visibility.