So wait… now I am not a person?
At least, not to the Trump Administration…which I guess isn’t really news.
Some days I feel like I am living in a movie, a soap opera in which the unbelievable happens and we are all waiting for the story line to resolve. Except, it’s not resolving.
Instead, it seems like every day there is some new thing I have to brace myself for; like I need to adjust my mentality, prepare for the comments, hate, laughter, or apathy. I think that one is the worst, the apathy.
Hey, I see that someone is trying to erase your existence, but it doesn’t affect me so I am just going to go about my business.
As if to say that if I wasn’t here, it wouldn’t matter.
Seriously, it blows my mind! Donald Trump is attempting to say that my entire life does not matter. My experiences, my thoughts, my feelings, ME. I do not matter. As if my life boils down to a disputed genetic test.
1.4 million Americans identify as something other than the gender that they were born into. 1.4 million. That is a significant number.
Yet, just like that, I am being erased. I am being discarded.
I matter, you matter. My identity is valid. My experiences, matter.
This can’t be happening. I need to wake up. Please let me wake up.