Hi, Everyone! Sometimes I have some fairly strange ideas, and one occurred to me last night. It’s a commonplace on this forum that a lot of cisgender people don’t like us transfolk because we’re different. People can’t tolerate anything that’s different.
I’m not going to say that’s wrong. In fact, I’ve said many a time myself that it’s true. One example of persecution I often cite I saw on a TV show about bullying at school. There was one kid on the show who was tormented at school because he was tall, because he wore glasses, because he had red hair and because he had a very odd surname. When little things like that will get you bullied, then it makes sense to say that whatever makes you different, whatever separates you from the herd will make you the target of lovely people who have nothing better to do in life than make others unhappy.
So I’m not going to deny that people don’t like what’s different. But perhaps that’s not always the case. It occurred to me that perhaps in some cases certain cisgender people dislike us, not because they perceive us as different, but because they don’t perceive us as different. Let me try to explain.
It’s obvious that in a lot of cases, people have no trouble accepting what’s different. E.g., if a woman sees a guy with a beard, she’s not going to be repulsed by the fact that he’s got hair on his face. She hasn’t got any herself, but she doesn’t find his facial hair disgusting. That’s because she understands that he’s different: he’s a guy and facial hair is a guy thing. Similarly, when a guy sees a woman, he sees a physical shape that’s very different from his own, but he has no trouble accepting that.
It doesn’t surprise us to see dogs and cats behaving differently from us, and anyone who has difficulty accepting that sharks and snakes are different from us is going to be in trouble.
And yet sometimes we can fail to completely perceive differences. Was it Rex Harrison in My Fair Lady? “Why can’t a woman be more like a man?” That may sound quite silly—except that a number of years ago, a woman friend of mine, who wasn’t a stupid person by any means, while watching some little girls and boys playing, asked with considerable exasperation, “Why do little boys have to be so different from girls?” “It’s because of their hormones.” “Yeah, but girls have hormones, too.” “Well, yes, it’s true, they do.”
If you expect a woman to be more like a man, or if you expect little boys to play like little girls, you’re not fully perceiving differences. There is a fundamental difference between the sexes (no matter how hard that difference may be to define), and if you fail to perceive it, it can be a source of frustration for you. This is a case, not of people not accepting differences, but of not fully perceiving them to begin with.
Once, I heard a child psychologist on the radio giving advice to parents: “If you try a more adult approach, you might get a more adult response,” he said very smugly. And I said to myself, “What an idiot! This guy is an expert on children? He doesn’t even know what a child is! You will never, ever get an adult response from a child. He’s a child, for Pete’s sake!” It does help to know the difference between adults and children.
And then there was a bit of an argument I had not too long ago with my dad. He’s quite elderly now and is a life-long convinced Christian. I think he’s worried about me spending all eternity in hell (and he doesn’t even know I’m TG). So he decided it was time to put me straight on a few things. He didn’t get anywhere—and neither did I. He may have been a bit surprised by the outcome, but I wasn’t.
My dad is one of those believers who operates purely on faith. His beliefs are so obviously true in his eyes that he cannot imagine why anyone wouldn’t accept them. Maybe he thinks I’m just blind or stubborn or wilful or whatever, but what he doesn’t see is that I’m different. What he doesn’t see is that the very foundations of Christianity can be challenged, very seriously challenged, by rational enquiry.
He accepts that someone might have questions about the faith. But in that case, all you do is open the Bible, find the appropriate verse, and hey presto! Your question is answered and all your doubts magically disappear. That is, even when he’s enquiring, he never leaves the realm of faith. He has no trouble accepting the principle of rational enquiry in other domains, but when it comes to religion he doesn’t see it as a possibility.
Hence, he doesn’t perceive the difference between the two of us. Whereas I do, which is why I don’t like getting into arguments about religion with him. I know that it’s useless because we have no common basis for communication. He doesn’t see that, and hence he remains quite baffled and frustrated.
Which brings me to people’s perceptions of TGism. You know how you’ll see news items on the net, and lots of times there’s comments from readers, and lots of times those comments can be quite nasty as regards us transpeople. I came across a comment one day that wasn’t nasty. The guy making it sounded like a decent guy—a decent guy who’s just honestly baffled. Quoth he, “The way I see it, you just accept the way you’re born and get on with it.”
I had to laugh. “Man, if we could do that, we wouldn’t be trans. That’s kind of the definition of being trans, you know: that in some way, great or small, you can’t go along with what everybody else of your birthsex is doing.” He’s a guy who doesn’t perceive the difference between us, he knows nothing about TGism, doesn’t understand the implications of it. Hence his expectations are completely at odds with reality.
We have no trouble perceiving differences between cats and dogs, sharks and snakes, rainy days and sunny days. We may not like them, but we know what to expect from them. It’s when we get to people that we have trouble. Perhaps there are cisgender people who simply don’t know what they’re dealing with: perhaps they perceive us as normal men and women like any others, so that when they see us behaving so differently, they’re totally lost.
If they could see that we’re simply a different breed altogether, maybe they could take it in their stride. “Oh, yeah, he/she is one of them.” Then their expectations would accord with reality. They’d see men looking and behaving like men, women looking and behaving like women, and transpeople looking and behaving like transpeople. Then God would be in his heaven and all would be right with the world. A consummation devoutly to be wished.
Best wishes, Annabelle