Most of us are intimately familiar with the experience of growing up feeling that, at times, we didnāt measure up to whatever we thought was expected of usāwe werenāt good-looking enough, athletic enough, smart enough, or just generally cool enough. Still, I remember that even when I felt most inadequate as a teen, I didnāt feel so divided within myself that I couldnāt put on a pretty good act as a ānormalā kid.
But for transgender, or transitioning kids, or kids who just canāt find a comfortable home in either gender, daily life can easily become a battlefield, on which the most ordinary, taken-for-granted activities are sources of relentless conflict and struggle, both inside themselves and with others. What bathroom should they use? Where should they go when told to line up with the other boys or other girls? What name should they be known as? What pronoun best suits them? What clothes should they wear or not wear? And these question donāt even take into account the continual feeling of living in the āwrongā body.
Thereās no comfort in faking it, because something as pervasive as gender really canāt be faked. And thereās no escapeāexcept a doomed attempt to constantly and unrelentingly hide the truth and pretend to be what one isnāt. But people canāt forever fake being something or someone theyāre not, and the costs for kids who are forbidden to be genuinely themselves, who are often expelled from their own homes, are almost unimaginable loneliness and pain. Thereās a reason for the shocking suicide attempt rate among gender-nonconforming people.
I found talking to the transgender kids and their parents that I interviewed for this issue not only enlightening and educational, which I expected, but also viscerally moving. I was bowled over by the stubborn integrity of young kids who would insist upon being who they feel themselves to be, regardless of what anybody thought. Where, I wondered, did they find that spirit, that audacity, that sheer heroism, and at that age? But, then, talking to the parents of these kids, I began to understand a bit better. Here were almost always loving, devoted parents who wanted to protect their kids and stand up for them, no matter what. Even more importantly, here were parents whose clear-eyed selflessness allowed them to realize, in a way that perhaps most parents donāt, that their children were not put on this earth simply to fulfill parental expectations and become chips off the old block. These parents were fundamentally willing to put aside their own ideas and dreams of what their children should be to give them the space and the time and the freedom to be their own selves, regardless of how emotionally wrenching it was for them as parents.
This issueās exploration of the experience of being transgender may seem quite radical to many readersāafter all, even the term transgender was unknown to most people until a scant decade or so ago. And yet, talking to the parents and children in the families who agreed to share their stories with us, it began to dawn on me that maybe all this transgender stuff isnāt so foreign after all. In fact, human natureāwhatever that isāis far more varied and complex than the age-old, rigid, binary division that HE/SHE would suggest. Indeed, maybe our ideas of whatās ānaturalā donāt need to be completely junkedātheyāre just due for a tune-up.
Richard Simon
EDITOR
Rich Simon
Richard Simon, PhD, founded Psychotherapy Networker and served as the editor for more than 40 years. He received every major magazine industry honor, including the National Magazine Award. Rich passed away November 2020, and we honor his memory and contributions to the field every day.